Albedo didn't mind being dragged back to the room he had woke up in. He was quiet on the way back, holding the notebook Angel gave him tightly in case the nurse tried to take it from him. He wasn't about to relinquish something that someone had given him, freely and of their own will. There was no way. He rubbed the cover beneath his fingertips.
Following the nurse into the open door, he froze at the sight of the other boy in the room. His eyes narrowed automatically, and he drew the notebook to his chest. The nurse was leaving so there was no escape for him. He had noticed the two beds before, and had come to the obvious conclusion, but a roommate that wasn't family was not something Albedo was interested in at all.
He glared, watching for a moment, before curiosity outweighed paranoia. He moved to the desk and opened the drawer quickly. Angel hadn't lied. There was an identical notebook inside. He drew it out with something like reverence before clutching it with the other one. He picked up a pen, then retreated to the bed. Pulling his knees up, he opened up both, absentmindedly trying to mimic one of the drawings of the reoccurring girl. He most likely couldn't draw worth anything, and he knew that, but it was exoticness of paper that made him want to fill the empty spaces.
Angel was the first decent person he had met. Albedo liked him. He had never met an adult that didn't have ulterior motives. Absorbed in the foreign strangeness of the notebooks and the strange kindness of Angel as well, Albedo found himself in his first good mood in a very long time.
Re: [M48]
Following the nurse into the open door, he froze at the sight of the other boy in the room. His eyes narrowed automatically, and he drew the notebook to his chest. The nurse was leaving so there was no escape for him. He had noticed the two beds before, and had come to the obvious conclusion, but a roommate that wasn't family was not something Albedo was interested in at all.
He glared, watching for a moment, before curiosity outweighed paranoia. He moved to the desk and opened the drawer quickly. Angel hadn't lied. There was an identical notebook inside. He drew it out with something like reverence before clutching it with the other one. He picked up a pen, then retreated to the bed. Pulling his knees up, he opened up both, absentmindedly trying to mimic one of the drawings of the reoccurring girl. He most likely couldn't draw worth anything, and he knew that, but it was exoticness of paper that made him want to fill the empty spaces.
Angel was the first decent person he had met. Albedo liked him. He had never met an adult that didn't have ulterior motives. Absorbed in the foreign strangeness of the notebooks and the strange kindness of Angel as well, Albedo found himself in his first good mood in a very long time.