Gandal stirred in the arm chair, awaking an hour after he first fell asleep.

Caitlin walked into the rom as Gandal woke. "Hey. How you feeling?" she asked.

"Better." He mumbled, "What about you?" He stayed in the chair, unmoving.

"I'm fine." she wad into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"Maybe a drink of water please -- my throat is super dry." He got up from the chair, stretching his arms.

"Alright." She grabbed a glass and walked over to the tap and poured a glass of water for him. Se walked into the lounge and gave it to him. "Here," she said.

He nodded in thanks, resting himself against a nearby wall. Today had been a long day; hopefully he would be able to quit his job as a butler and be an author. He always wanted to be an author; he'd wanted to be since he was at the age 7. He smiled at the though; the though of a new future.

"What is it? Why are you smiling?"

"Oh." The smile quickly faded, "I was just thinking about things."

"Right," she said skeptically. She laughed. "I am awful at talking to people. If you ever feel like I'm analysing you, I probably am."

"Why?" He said, laughing, "I feel uncomfortable now."

"Don't. It makes me uncomfortable."

Gandal sighed, "I am gonna go get dressed in some normal clothes." He mumbled; leaving the room.

"Take all the time you need."

He went into his room, he got dressed and did some funky stuff.

('he did some funky stuff?)

((Yep.))

(-_-)

((Hurry up and do something!))

Caitlin walked over to her room and sat down. She needed some rest from earlier that day.

Gandal moved out of his room after a couple of minutes; sitting on the same lounge he was on earlier.

She lay on her bed and shut her eyes. "Help yourself to anything you want," she called to Gandal. "I won't be eating."

"Not hungry?" He mumbled, "Okay." He added quickly. He moved to the fridge swiftly, the smell of food trailing from the kitchen he entered.

"Just beware of the various jars in there. You may get a little freaked when you see the eyes and things," she said with a smile.

"Oh..." He said, faintly, moving away from the fridge, "Maybe I'm not hungry after all." He faked a smile trying to hide the disgust which boiled inside his stomach.