nodding along as the other spoke. small smile at the noise from the guitar. "I tried in high school. never took off." shrugging. "I've been interested from afar though." never learning again but maybe that's for the best.
stopping in front of the paint wall. “well.” arms crossed out of habit. “see anything you like? I can go grab some.” he looks bored but maybe that’s just his resting face.
her eyes glance around the building as they walk, walking beside him but not too close.
"i plan on painting my bedroom walls." she replies, not seeming to mind the small talk. its better than silence. "the white they currently are makes it feel like a damn padded room."
he has at least one vampire movie playing at all times, all his metaphors are blood or vampire related, his room is practically the dark hole vampires emerge from, and have you seen him? he looks like a textbook young vampire wannabe.