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[leilaless]

Who: Leila, Matthew
Where: Room 201.
When: January 11, night.
What: Some people walk into your life. Others climb through windows.
Warnings: None. As of now.

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[sir_shanks]

Matthew immediately checked his reflection in the window's panes as he climbed down. No soot. Good. He was pretty sure he'd wiped it all of, but you never knew...

The roof. He'd tried to come through the roof. And she had booby-trapped the roof. Who did that but a thief? Honestly. Granted, it had been weak enough for him to get out of the way of the more irritating bits, but he'd still ended up with a faceful of flung coals. He'd underestimated her, but there was no need for her to know that. It had happened once. It wouldn't happen again.

To thieves, "weak" is a matter of perspective.

His toe carefully tested the floor for wire in the span of one second before descending. "Ah," he grinned, rubbing his hands vigorously. Roof tiles got cold in the winter. "A midnight meeting. Veeeery secretive. Veeeeery mysterious. I like it."

[leilaless]

"Sorry about that," Leila said, not feeling sorry at all. "There were extra coals in the fireplace.” She had been rather confident that he would have chosen that venue to come by - after all, she would have done the same.

She prepared herself for retaliation. Not now, since that was expected, but she knew he would do something to get back at her sometime. She herself had ideas of what she could do to retaliate, but she wondered what he would come up with. He was like her. Whatever it was, this would be fun.

She stood up from her chair and methodically walked closer, the heels of her boots making a clunking noise on the hard wooden floor. She stopped three feet away from him. With the boots, she didn’t have to look too far up to meet his eyes, which were sparkling with mischief. Her own expression had to be mirroring his.

“Here, catch,” she said, tossing the flashlight at him. “I presume you know what this is.”

[sir_shanks]

Matthew's reflexes informed him of the flashlight's trajectory for what seemed like minutes before it made contact, but he intentionally fumbled and dropped the metallic cylinder. He was almost certain she could tell what he was, but there was certainly no need to test fate.

"Oh, yes," he replied, bending over to pick up the fallen object. "Like a light-bulb, but portable. The flash-light, right?" He knew the hyphens were evident in his speech, and it annoyed him. He'd only been here slightly longer than her, and was still struggling to make sense of everything. "If this is yours, I'm a monkey's uncle. And while that may very well be possible, I think the point still stands. Who'd you steal it from?"

[leilaless]

<>((BF, when you get on AIM, I have an idea. Doesn't exactly pertain to this.))

Leila raised an eyebrow at his response. "Poor monkey," she said dismally. He knew that she knew, then, as any other person would have easily caught it. He knew what she was, as well.

Considering that they were the same thing, it wasn't really all that hard.

"Don't tell me you haven't nicked stuff off people already. Who's your unfortunate roommate?" His unfortunate floor, she silently amended. She had been able to pick open the locks of those in room 202 easily; she knew he had to have done the same with his floor. (She hadn't discovered anything interesting, that girl Priscilla was extremely neat and Yuuko left no clues about anything.)