"I would not make a habit of it, if it was not such an important artifact." He said with a small chuckle. His mind was exploding, and only the voice of Jerial kept him from a full blown panic attack.

the words were strange and the laughter strained though he did not have any prior conversations to go on so for all he knew this could be normal. "is there anything i can do for you robin?"

Robin reached out and gingerly touched Jerials hand. It was so warm and full of life. He did not realize he had let his fingers take hold of the hand and pull it close to his face. He let one of his cheeks rest on the back of the hand while his knees curled under its palm. “you are warm... I-um, do not mean to be weird but you are warm and I like being in your arms...” he wanted to ask the other if he would stay with him. Rather then looking up at Jerial Robin simply tugged until the man became a body blanket. “I am sorry for being weird, but I keep having weird dreams and I don't remember where that doll came from. I … I just need some one close to me that is real.” The white fluff found its way once again into Jerials chest. Sheepishly he found himself asking his roommate for an unusual request. “Will you be... um.. its... Jerial will you stay with me on the couch until you have class?”

things were moving quickly and and before he knew it he was on the couch with robin snuggling against him, stupidly his mouth decided to betray him again, "robin, do you like me or something? it's coll if you don't but... i mean, you know it is weird for you to ask if you don't.... do you?"

?His roommate spoke fast, but this time Robin was able to catch bits of it. Rubbing his head against the mans chest he confessed sleepily and softly "I do... I have strange dreams about you."

he was both shocked and pleased with that and it gave him a nervous feeling to think robin liked him too. he didn't dare mention the book or ask for a kiss though he wanted to badly and instead let his roommate rest so he could start feeling better

When Robin woke he did not notice the other was gone. He smiled fondly relaxed and moved towards the shower. Bundled in his robes, refreshed and clean, Robin finally ventured back into his room. The doll stared at him. He avoided it in favor of clothing himself and scurrying off to catch his evening class.

he was not used to buying real food. normally he bought snacks and easy cheap things to make and mam would bring over a week's worth of made and frozen leftovers for him to eat the rest of the time so going out to buy the things for a proper chicken soup was more than a little strange and when he finally got home it was with the weight of two bags of heavy groceries in hand. he was somewhat surprised his roommate was not home but felt relieved as well that he did not have to have those large brown eyes watching him try to cook

When he came home, the apartment smelled wonderful. His stomach gave away his presence and he himself did not mind. He was more enthralled by his roommate in the kitchen. The room looked messy and he was covered in ingredients. Robin paused by the stove smelling the food that was still simmering before sneaking up behind Jerial. Pushing himself to the tips of his toes he looked over his roommates shoulder. “What are you making?” He asked softly.

he did not mean to flinch, he knew robin was behind him and yet he could not curb the reflex. "chicken soup like mam makes it....well in theory, it does not taste half as good as hers though"

He curled his fingers around the mans shoulder still trying to peek. His head came to rest on Jerial's shoulder. "Can I taste?" He asked not sure what Jerials mother's food tasted like.

he did not dare move as his stomach broke out in butterflies at the touch. he wondered if this meant something or if robin was trying to see over his shoulder and could not reach. he swallowed, "o-of course, i make it for you afterall.... can you wait just a couple minutes longer?"

Robin pushed back his glasses letting go of Jerial. He was glad the other had his back turned to him and could not see the spreading rouge on his face. "oh yes yes of course." He took a step back. "I have to put my things away so I will be back." Robin scurried off to their room. He fell on the bed letting his satchel fall beside him. He could not help but giggle a little like a school girl. Some one was making food for him.

it could feel the familiar thud of it's temporary place of residence hitting the readers' bed and the usual excitement was there but when the reader left without pulling it free and opening it up it felt a stirring of upset. it was being ignored

He made his way to the island counter that separated the rest of the kitchen from the living room and sat down on an stool. Robin looked around shyly realizing he knew nothing of Jerial. "Um... how is your mom?" He said hoping the woman was alive. All to often he found himself quickly giving out condolences.

it was done but too hot still when robin came back and he wondered if his roommate preferred hot or warm. "she is well, or at least she was two days ago when she stopped by... have you met her before?" he went to go get bowls