Dimitri saw Vlad grimace at him. Coming up with a lame ass excuse wasn’t going to work, mainly because he couldn’t think of one that would convince an idiot, and from what he saw, Vlad wasn’t an idiot. Fuck. This scared him, not so much of what the other guy though, but of what he felt. There was only so much longer that he’d be able to lie to himself about his feelings. He shook himself out of his daze, only now realizing that it was fairly obvious he was lost in thought. “You’re a weird kid,” he said, trying to put as much malice as he could into his voice.

They walked, not saying much, while Dimitri tried to envision what the room would look like. It’d be dark, of course, with strange colored lights.. He imagined gruesome pictures on the walls, maybe crazy looking gothic people or vampire people. Maybe, weird objects on his desk or something like that. Can’t forget the coffin Honestly, he had no clue, but he had a feeling it’d be a huge surprise for him. Whatever it was, it’d be very interesting.

More silence passed between them, a silence that made him feel very awkward. Vlad probably didn’t feel any awkwardness, but Dimitri definitely did. That is, of course, until Vlad broke the silence. Dimitri thought about it carefully, wondering why insects would be a problem. “No, no phobias here. I don’t get scared.” Still, insects? The only reason they’d be a problem was if he had some. But, he still had to ask. “Why are you asking?” he asked slowly.

For the rest of the walk, his eyes were over on Vlad. Well, half of the time. He had to alternate between looking at Vlad and looking ahead of them so it was as painfully obvious. His hands were balled up in his pockets, quite similar to the way Dimitri’s were. Vlad’s black hair was arranged over his face in such a way that made him look more like an animal, somewhat .. wolven. He couldn’t forget how it felt laying in his lap, or the way it felt when Vlad was by his neck.

Dimitri stared at the open window for a bit, not understanding. And then it hit him. He crawled through the window, feeling a somewhat tight squeeze, but fitting through easily enough. He followed Vlad’s movements, being careful not to step on anything. After he was in the room, something flew in after him, close enough to his head to make him jump. When it, whatever it was, perched on Vlad’s shoulder, Dimitri noticed that it was a crow, or a raven. And the way Vlad acted, it was a pet of some sort, and he was smiling. He closed the window and sat on the windowsill while Dimitri looked around the room.

Well, he was right about the strange colored lights. It was dark in there, lit only with red tinted lights, and not many at that. They weren’t even bright, colorful red, more of a deep, dark red. Not a lot of light. But he was wrong about the creepy posters on the walls. In fact, there was nothing on the walls, at all. Besides the cobwebs of course, and the random cracks around. And there was the bed, or well, coffin. He wasn’t kidding about that, was he? Interesting. “You’re a weird kid,” he muttered again.

He followed Vlad over to the bed, his eyes wide at the room. He looked down at the coffin, and saw several bugs in it. Ah, the insects, lots of them too. He watched as Vlad let the bird into the coffin, and closed the lid. When he opened it again, the majority of the bugs gone. Awkwardly, Dimitri sat down on the edge of the bed, still watching Vlad. A large spider crawled out of the closet and up on to Vlad’s lap. ‘My spot,’ he thought bitterly. “So, this is your room,” he murmured quietly, “It’s ... different.”