Snippet #1316429

"It seems like I only see you in this dining hall," Vilen said to Allison as he came upon her. He had already eaten, so he didn't bother sitting down yet. He loomed over her, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Naturally, as Allison had been busy with Theron, he hadn't seen her in a bit, and he was curious as to where she had been. But, he wasn't sure how much she would divulge if asked. Instead he decided to try a different subject.

"So ... you were ... debating with Crys, huh?" he asked, his eyebrows raised incredulously. "That doesn't seem like it would be a very wise course of action. Especially now with all that has happened. I bet she is ... on edge, to say the least." Vilen, who had left his parents a few years prior, and had done so with ease, never really understood the attachment that children felt towards their parents. But he was well aware that he was one of the few who felt this way and was careful to keep these types of opinions to himself. "What about? Must have been serious if she would actually ... knock you down." Allison had missed a bit of the dirt on her cheek.