The notes hung in the air heavily before dissipating, soon replaced by the next ones, and then the ones after those. Christopher wasn't the type to lose himself in his music completely--not because he lacked passion, but because he knew better than to leave himself vulnerable like that--so when little Mikayla came into his field of vision, he stopped playing with an abruptness that left the song hanging heavily in the air, unfinished.
Chris spread his palm over the strings of his guitar to muffle the dying vibrations, looking straight at the girl. Had it been anyone else, the nineteen year old wouldn't have hesitated in rudely dismissing their presence or even snapping a word or two... but this was a child, and contrary to popular belief, he didn't enjoy reducing little girls into sobbing messes. "Wrong direction, kid," He said finally, slipping the guitar strap over his shoulder to signal the end of his little break. He stood up, placing the instrument on the bench lengthwise before grabbing the mop.
Punctuality was definitely not one of Adelaide's strong points. She was a bit infamous for being late, actually, something that she cringed to think about but regretfully accepted as a reality she couldn't change. At this point in life, she could only try to be as little late as possible instead of early... but honestly, if anyone was disappointed by her tardiness then it was their fault for expecting too much from her, really.
"Sorry, sorry--" Adelaide dashed into the room, calling out her apologies well in advance as she rounded the corner. "--I made a pit stop for some pillows," she explained breathlessly, waving the two aforementioned objects in the air as peace offerings. "I figured there weren't enough boys to go around, so this was the next best thing." Finally noticing Elsy next to Hazel, Adelaide instantly regretted not 'borrowing' her roommate's pillow after all. Damnit!
"Hey Elsy!" She greeted, walking up to both girls enthusiastically. "How goes it? Ready for some serious waterworks? Here, you can have mine; I'm not much of a crier anyways." She thrust the second pillow at the girl and, without waiting to hear her protests, grabbed a small fistful of popcorn from the bag in Hazel's hand. "You're a blessing, Hazel girl," she said with a happy sigh, popping a kernel in her mouth and chewing it slowly, savoring the taste. Mmmm. "C'mon though, we can't keep Jack waiting!"