Vincent sighed walking over to his side of the room and setting his suitcase down and sitting down on the bed. Scott was deeply focused on the large book in front of him, blocking out Vincent and everything else, shifting a bit on the books holding his bed up, and the general mess of books around him.
Vincent looked around his side of the room and huffed at the mess but shrugged as he set his books on his suitcase. 'First rule of the house don't disturb Scott unless someone is dying or the house is in danger' Vincent thought with an annoyed sigh. Scott gave a growl and a sharp hush hearing the sigh, his eyes never leaving the page. Vincent looked over at Scott with a smile and then back at the mess. There was a sudden phone ringing from somewhere in the room, making Scott slam the book closed as he looked up with a pleased expression. Vincent jumped a bit at the sudden ring and slam of the book and glanced over at Scott. Scott hopped off his bed, crawling under it and dragging out an old style red phone. Vincent gave a confused look as he watched Scott out of the corner of his eye and he dug through his suitcase. Scott picked up the phone, grinning as he played around a bit with the dial, talking to someone on the phone.
'Looks like he has friends. Lucky him.' Vincent thought as he then looked at his suitcase pulling a small purple and black bag out of the suitcase.
"Mr Ring ring's talking to his imaginary friends!" one kid yelled out from down the hall as Scott growled and grabbed another shoe, holding it up threateningly.
'Mr. Ring ring huh it has a nice ring to it.' Vincent thought holding back a chuckle as he opened the bag pulling out a red hair band. Scott growled at his laughing and threw the shoe at him instead, hitting his mark straight on Vincent's shoulder. Vincent jumped and looked over at Scott in surprise and held his shoulder. "What was that for?" Vincent whinned a little.
"Ugh. You whine too? Great." Scott growled, taking the phone and sitting on his bed, still talking to whoever on that phone.
"You surprised me that's all" Vincent huffed as he pulled his hair back and started to put it up into a loose ponytail.
"Rule one about sharing a room. Nothing weird happens." Scott growled, looking at Vincent accusingly.
"What's your definition of weird." Vincent said putting the bag back into his suitcase.
"Don't be planning to kill anyone or anything. And don't try to grope me at night or some creepy shit." Scott growled.
"Okay?" Vincent said.
"Second. Don't ever. EVER. Call me Mr. Ring Ring. Not if you value a place in this house. I will not hesitate to dump you off in the street." Scott hissed.
Vincent smirked. "Wouldn't be my first time on the street Mr. Ring Ring." Vincent said. Scott took a deep inhale of anger and ran over to Vincent's bed, tackling him and trying to choke him.
Vincent still had a smile on his face as he tried to push Scott off him. Scott growled and finally got his hands around Vincent's neck, trying to strangle. Vincent still had a sort of smirk on his face even if he tried to breath.
"Bastard. You're not even worth the air you're breathing. You're not even worth strangling." Scott huffed, letting Vincent go as he went back to his bed grumpily.
Vincent took a deep breath of air and chuckled. "Never had that much of a blood rush in a while." Vincent said.
"Idiot." Scott grumbled as he grabbed a blanket and started pinning it between the two sides of the room, creating a wall of sorts.
"Oh come on Mr. Ring Ring i'm not all that bad looking." Vincent laughed.
"No. You're worse. You're hideous." Scott grumbled, pinning the blanket up, putting him out of view of Vincent.
"I've had worse." Vincent said rolling his eyes.
"For all i know, you're here cause you're some sort of child pervert or something." Scott grumbled.
"I'm not. just a kid with a horrid life. And horrible birth givers." Vincent sighed as he rolled up his sleeves.
"Well boo hoo you." Scott grumbled, as he could be heard with his phone again.
"I guess, don't need sympathy from you guys." Vincent said as he started to clean up a little bit.
"We're gonna get along just great." Scott huffed sarcastically.
"Well apparently were both readers. So there's at least one thing we can be somewhat level on." Vincent chuckled.
"You're not even on my level. Don't even try." Scott grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Oh really, how are you sure mister high and mighty Ring Ring." Vincent laughed
"I have a knife, Purple. I will stab you if you call me Mr Ring Ring again. And i know because what you're reading is for babies." Scott growled.
"Oh so scary so do I. Have a few actually. But it has a nice ring to it." Vincent said with a smirk. "Oh the book you got me, I haven't even begun to read it yet. And so what if the one i am reading is for babies I like horror, and mystery. Specially thrillers." Vincent said.
"Do you ever shut up? Ever?" Scott said, clearly on the end of his patience.
"More you talk to me the more i talk back." Vincent replied.
"I already have to give you my room, so i already hate you for that. And you just keep making me hate you more and more." Scott grumbled.
"I tend to do that to people." Vincent sighed.
"Yay, my first nemesis and i have to live with him." Scott grumbled.
"Oh come on im not that bad. I keep to my space don't I." Vincent chuckled.
"If you kept your space you wouldn't come here taking over my room." Scott huffed.
"I didn't take over your space." Vincent said.
"Whatever." Scott huffed, getting off his bed and wandering over to another door leading to a bathroom.
Vincent shrugged and continued to clean up his portion of the room and straighten things up.
