3. Something Akin to This

The other actually moved the book. Pheeliz felt his chin drop ever so slightly in surprise. Now he couldn't help but continue reading, wondering what sort of book would enchant the blond before him so much that he would just react on that level of instinct. His smile softened, moving away from predatory and towards something that was actually warm. By the time the dark eyes of his companion had turned to him, the Knight-to-be had taken more than just the initial fancy.

The slow turn from the profile view he had had to the more ideal way to view his room mate was orchestrated with care. Someone with control of their actions! Such a novel surprise. Smiling as the other finally decided what to do with him, he returned the greeting in his own fashion. "'Lo." Kiplin had a long history of laziness in speech that the University promised to beat out of him, but that didn't mean he was going to let it affect him in conversation with his new fancy. Allowing space between them to form, something he was already somewhat reluctant to do, the would-be thief relaxed back, half perching on his bed.

"Braedin?" Pheeliz confirmed, the name comfortable on his tongue, not mangling. "Kiplin's m'name." There was a mischief in offering only one name, with no specificity whether it was a surname or given name. It was, of course, the primary mischief that was the young man's spirit, the metaphorical twinkle in the sapphire prisms. Than the expected, and somewhat more difficult question came.

He could tell the truth. Actually, it wasn't a bad idea, but still, not the best. So he told
a half truth; where his family was now, rather than where they actually came from. There were few here at the University who would appreciate gypsy blood for the great legacy it possessed, still. Racism, even at the highest institute of learning, was still racism. "From Aegea's sev'th province." Truth be told, it was more likely his wording that was bound to stir up something than his actual bloodline these days. He could be articulate, if he wanted.

Well. If he wanted to, he could've also lifted Master O'Shea's pocket gold too, but he hadn't done that yet either.