Kyoya was sitting in the living area of the mansion enjoying himself when Phoenix entered the room. He was looking at something, what it was she wasn't sure. Slowly he turned and looked at her, "They are a bit big… I'm sorry. It seems my sister packed up all her clothes recently.."

Phoenix crossed her arms, I figured these weren't his sisters…. she thought bitterly to herself but managed to smile and thank him for the clothes. "I take it these are… yours?" she looked down at the pants there were obviously to long. In fact she was sure that if he put them on at this very moment they'd be rolled up all the way to his knees, probably just above his knees. His shirt was long enough to be a freaking dress, while the sleeves were also rolled up. I'm a shrimp… nothing but a puny-pocket-sized-shrimp. It was irritating to her to be so small sometimes.

A chuckle escaped Kyoya's rather businesslike persona and she blinked, "What's funny?"

"It's nothing… you just looked pouty. It was cute." His dark eyes met her light ones for a split second before he turned his attention to his notebook.

She stood there shocked for a couple seconds. Her brain was having a total melt down. How was she supposed to react to that? TO THAT! And how could he say it so cooly? HOW! And why in the heck did he look away like that? She frowned, "There is nothing cute about a girl who pouts, and how can you- what are you looking at?" she asked as she neared his chair and leaned over his shoulder. It looked like he was working on some type of list, upon closer inspection she realized it was more like a check list of what was going well and what wasn't.

"I'm going to have to fire the gardeners…" he muttered.

"Fire them? For what?"

He looked at her, "For the sprinkler incident, and obviously that bush needs to be trimmed back… therefore I'll have to have someone go and do that. Perhaps the sprinklers should go off earlier in the morning. "

Phoenix could careless about what he was talking about really, it all sounded so… official. As if his say was final and no one could speak against it. "You can't just fire them, it's not like they turned them on while I was here.."

"They should have planned for something like this."

"A person can't plan for everything Kyoya, it just doesn't work that way." If a person could plan for everything I would have planned for all of this… but sadly life hates me.

Kyoya frowned slightly before shifting so she could no longer see his paper as he scribbled some things down. "Well then, now that you've stated your opinion. May I enquire how you know my name?" He didn't look up at her, instead he continued to scribble some stuff down.

Phoenix blinked, Oh crap… she stood upright, "I-it was… there was a piece of paper on the floor in the bathroom…" Yep, cause people totally let pieces of random paper lay on their bathroom floor. She shifted uneasily before backing away and making her way to the couch. Slowly she sat down and looked at the table.

Silence began to fill the room and she could feel herself beginning to really hate this place. It was pretty yes, but it was so awkward, and Kyoya acted like he owned the place, which he kind of did. But it was still a pain. And she was wearing his clothes…

"By the way," he looked up at her and smiled, "Those are my brothers clothes, he has a bad temper so I wouldn't wrinkle or dirty them if I were you."

What! Phoenix stared at him for a moment, hoping that he was kidding, but it appeared that he was very much serious. Why would he let her use his brothers clothes! Was he that wicked? Well obviously he was… Slowly she proceeded to unroll the sleeves and pants. She didn't want to make his brother angry, but as she unrolled her pants she paused. "Wrinkle? Can't you just wash them?"

Kyoya thought for a moment, "Those particular items of clothing need to be hand washed and therefore don't get washed very often. And you're the first person to wear them since they were last washed."

That was more then enough to make her unroll her pants.

That little girl knew what she was talking about, the Ootori's are sooo evil! Or at least this one is… Phoenix shifted uncomfortably on the couch and looked around. The place was a lot bigger then she had realized, and this it made her wonder what they did with all the space. Her home wasn't nearly as large, but that was by choice. In her family they could go almost a whole week without talking and there was only three of them living in a four room home. Well it was more like a six room home, but they only counted four of the rooms for certain reasons.

"You plan on staying here?"

"Hm?" she blinked and looked over at the boy-with-the-twisted-mind.

Kyoya repeated himself.

"I have to stay, it's not like I can leave me clothes here." The brunette crossed her arms, "Besides I'm sure your brother wants his clothes back."

It seemed that he couldn't argue with this fact and thus looked away from her and back to his writing tools.

What in the heck is he doing? The young woman frowned and looked up at the ceiling. Today was just going from awkward to worse. Why did life hate her so?