Snippet #2364646

Everett was proud of himself, so, so proud of himself. When Gray swung down from, well, from somewhere, suddenly upside down in front of Everett before falling to the floor in a heap, Everett did not, repeat, he did not squeal like a little girl. No, instead he let out a slightly more dignified and manly yelp, throwing himself back up against the door frame, eyes wide open, a look of shock covering his face. When he finally realized who the person apparently trying to terrify him was, he relaxed only minutely. Was Gray trying to give him a heart attack? Probably not, but still. And that pun was awful, just awful.

The question caught him a little off guard as he began to calm down from the sudden shock, pausing for a moment before rifling through his large packet for the information. Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper and glanced over it.

"Um, a dorm, I think..." He said, holding out the piece of paper for Gray to inspect. "Look, um, are you all right?" His gaze was slowly traveling back to the floor. He realized the other boy wasn't really hurt, but still.