Apologies to TTigerz.. The generator won :L :L

"Getting to know you! Getting to know all, about you!"

"Hay Lin. Shut up."

"Getting to like you! Getting to hope you- OW!"

"Well, I sai- OW! DON'T HIT ME BACK!" Caleb grimaced as Hay Lin and Irma's voices travelled down to the near-empty room, though perhaps 'near-empty' was no longer an appropriate description, considering the tension of a scowl worth a well-off million glared it's attention to him, and Caleb only mirrored the affections.

"Don't you undermine me."

Caleb growled and Will held face, though he could see her lip curving into a smile - it was only because she thought she was winning. "Well, if you would care to strengthen your argument with something other than brash name-calling, you might have a right to say that. For now, you are undermining yourself."

And then Will blew a raspberry at him. This was to be a long day, and it already had been when Caleb had decidedly tried, to get Will to fight alongside Cornelia. Apparently she saw her safety as a back seat, as Will seemed less than abstinent to comply with his wishes. She didn't want to live apparently, and he wished she'd see that the other girls simply weren't strong enough if she inevitably got herself into the path of danger. If he weren't so aggrivated, the childish way she'd turned her back on him and folded her arms would be funny, but Caleb only let out another sigh of heated air and pressed his fingers and thumb to his tired eyes, waiting for Will to speak. It might even be less awkward if Hay Lin hadn't apparently over-ruled the brunette water guardian. God only knew how. "GETTING TO LIIIKE YOU! GETTING TO HOPE YOU LIIIIKE MEEEE!"

"Will Vandom, are you going t- Gamóto korítsia me enallagés tis diáthesis tous, kai ta arómata tous kai ilíthioi ilíthio perifánia tous!" Caleb winced as the door slammed behind Will who'd started walking out before he'd even finished his sentence. Then Hay Lin and Irma's bickering and singing ceased, and Caleb heard the sharp, wordless drone of Will's voice before a second door slammed and he knew she was gone. And then there were long, painful seconds of silence.

"GETTING TO KNOW YOU! PUTTING IT MY WAY, BUT NIIIIICELY! YOU ARE PRECISELY! MY CUP! OF TEEEAAA!"

...

"Phobos?" Elyon stood, bared in a glossy and silken, peach robe that she'd chosen for it's flattering nature, and she'd appreciated that the thing had hung in a way to make her look taller she thought, though after an hour or so, waiting to be called for breakfast she'd found herself having to pull the slippery sleeves back over her shoulders with every movement she made; including the movement needed to pull her sleeves up. So now the sliken robe clung forward in creases which led to an oversized, clumsy knot at her front, which only accentuated her childishness, to no appeal. She watched, with fog-grey eyes as Cedric turned the corner, and hunched over the knot; turning away to hid her silliness. "Oh, Cedric.. I thought you were my, uh, brother.."

The word tasted sour on the back of her throat, and Elyon dropped the knot she'd been fumbling ad she pushed away the concious fact that she'd been frantic about wearing something she looked nice in for reasons that even the olde time of Meridian's developement would surely frown upon. Elyon found herself with her chin to her chest with shame, when Cedric careened her around to facing him, with only the fingertips of one hand's gentle push. She heard a breath of humor and she knew he was looking at the knot; a fact confirmed when his long, tenderly slim hands entwined fingers into the fabric to loosen in seconds what she'd been unable to undo. The fabric slid away, with it's creases instantly disappearing, and Elyon made a hasty grab as the item made a dash to escape from her left shoulder; pulling it up despit her knowing there was no point in keeping it on. She looked up to kind blue eyes, that bubbled with a knowing humor almost suited to those looking down at a child. Almost, but not quite. "I can get you something to fix it properly."

"You can?" Her eyes fixed to him then - suddenly amazed by the simple idea that he would help her rather than laugh or tell her to just wear something else.

"If that's what you want to wear." Elyon felt a warm pulse to her cheeks, of neither embarassment, nor anxiety. No, it was a happy blush, and for once Elyon didn't mind because she knew she didn't have to cover her cheeks. Cedric had already told her before that she was pretty when she blushed. He was always so.. Good. There was nothing she couldn't tell him, and she turned and clutched her pink sketchbook in crossed arms before she let him slide a hand onto her shoulder, quite possibly to keep the darned robe over her slim pink dress.

Gamóto korítsia me enallagés tis diáthesis tous, kai ta arómata tous kai ilíthioi ilíthio perifánia tous! - Fucking girls with their mood swings, and their perfumes and their stupid stupid pride!

...Okay, yes, I went for a fight again. I went for CxE again. I might be getting quite predictable, but, especially Will/Caleb fights.. I love this stuff. :L

Also, am very sorry to say, this is it for today as I had to write a philosophy essay before this for homework, and my times up. My msn people - I'll be on in about 30mins to an hour (UK time of 6.30 - 7pm).