2. Terrible Tremors

The sleep that stole him was very light, but the dreams that caught his anything but dormant mind were terrifyingly dark. Though he did not move too much in his sleep, Pheeliz felt trapped. A terrible sort of trapped that he was certain he wouldn't be able to escape in time. Fingers trembled, clumsily dropping the lock pick that had been his only hope of getting out before it happened. The sound of the pick dropping and bouncing off the stone floor and through the bars, head over end, slowed in his mind a million times.

The door closed and he was awake, though not opening his eyes. The presence of the other was clear, even with closed eyes. Movement, followed by a stillness that was only interrupted by the soft turning of pages. Maybe it wasn't the blond. He had been certain that one had gotten in on some sort of scholarship for most pleasing to the eye or some odd, not any real intelligence. Unlike Pheeliz who had gotten in on his own brilliance...well, the brilliance involved in stealing someone else's test scores was at least as high as actually passing the tests, that much he was certain of.

Making a show of waking up, yawning gratuitously and stretching out in an entirely feline manner, he turned to inspect his new dorm mate, surveying the form of his reading dorm mate. A dark eyebrow perked up in mild surprise...pretty boy could read. And was doing so at such a pace and involvement that he hadn't even noticed his over-acting. Stalking from his bed over to the desk, he just barely resisted the temptation to slink his arms around the other's neck and give him a real wake-up. But that would be rude. A part of being a Guild Thief was courtesy towards others and knowing when not to soil one's own living grounds.

So instead, he glanced over the other's shoulder, wondering if he held the same aggression others did against the whole 'reading over the shoulder' thing. "Could you perhaps adjust the angle...the haze from outside is producing an awful glare off the page." The words came out as some wicked cross between purr and real utterance. Well trained muscles waited for the oncoming onslaught of natural reaction...the amount of tending this one did to his body had to have some bearing in his reactions to being surprised. If not, it would do him no harm to be prepared, anyway.