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For a moment, Morgan feared he'd ruined absolutely everything. His roommate's face flushed bright red, and Oliver quickly gazed down with an attitude that looked something between self-revulsion, shame, and horror, from what the blonde-haired student could tell, an expression he knew well enough as the signs of a person realizing that a conversation they'd been forced into was taking a turn for the worse, and they could do next to nothing to stop it. He hesitated, and almost apologized, but he had only noticed too late. He'd already started to glance over the book collection, and it would seem really weird if he just turned away and continued like nothing had happened. The poor kid would probably just end up all stressed out, thinking Morgan secretly thought he was some sort of deviant but was too nice to bring it up. That, too, would only guilt him, so that left only one option: press forward and, at the very least, break even by alleviating the fears he himself had inspired.

And so he did. To his relief, his plan seemed to at least not backfire, since the boy immediately looked up - directly at Morgan's face, something which was a first in this conversation, and was thus worthy of note - with a slight but nonetheless present smile, and quickly spoke. His words were stammered, and somewhat muffled as his embarrassment caught them in his throat, but the faker realized that, compared to the distant, reserved exterior he had beheld before, this had to be both an improvement, and a rarity. So the plan was a success, then? Well, it was too early to tell on that count, he supposed, but still, it looked like he'd at least managed to relieve some of the tension between them. Still, it was pretty clear Oliver was still feeling very awkward about the whole arrangement. Probably the best course now would be to accept his offer as politely as possible, and end the conversation on a decent note. Essentially, quitting while he was ahead. Now that there was an opportunity available to do so, it would be best to wrap things up and take it before he pushed his new roommate to further extents of embarrassment. Doing so would only raise the old tension once again, and if that happened, he didn't think he could so easily come up with a route to keep the conversation from breaking down completely.

"Ah," Morgan began, grinning wryly-yet-gratefully at the nervous boy and quickly trying to search for the best path to take in closing the discussion. "Thanks a lot for the offer. I'm in sore need of a good book to read at the moment, and it'd be a real pain to work out the library's whole sorting system just to find one good novel to borrow. If it wouldn't be a problem, that would be great. That is, unless you were planning on reading them. If that's the case, I'd be fine with waiting."

x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Dorm A2.
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Oliver Abel Bells.
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "Whew. Crisis averted. Looks like he's feeling a little less pressed by my attempts at conversation than before, but it would be best, maybe, to recognize how awkward this is for him and end things as politely as possible after his next response, or so. Reading books would give me a perfect justification for that, so I guess that'll be my way out. Perfect. Another act, another conversation, just as planned."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: I thought so. XD On a completely unrelated note, I was expecting Oliver would have identified "Morgan" as an epic-level Bishonen rather than a "cool guy." And on THAT note, it might be hilarious to start referring to "him" as "The Bishie" in my narration when not using "his" name. And, finally, now that I wrote "just as planned" in the "What's on my Mind" section, I'm stuck with a mental image of Morgan/Tessa with the infamous Light Yagami face. Hoo boy. XD