Everett was still wrapped up in his blanket, using it as a shield against the monstrous world he'd been stranded in by his so-called "loving" family. His eyes were held firmly shut, a defense mechanism because he wasn't quite in a state to comprehend or deal with what had been presented to him. With it came an intense feeling of isolation that he hadn't quite expected. He was a human surrounded by clueless demons, jerk angels, and who knows what else. Sure, there were probably a few other humans at the school, but he'd yet to meet any of them, and if they were all like Gray's sister, having grown up around this insanity, well, he was plum out of luck because then literally nobody would understand. Sure, he'd felt misunderstood at home, but this- this was a lot worse.
He was tugged out of his bout of self-pity by his newest (taunt)nickname. Really? The angel was still going with Carrot? Somewhere inside, Everett couldn't help but be offended for two different reason. One, the nickname was embarrassing and insulting, and, two, his hair was much redder than a carrot, thanks. More of a cherry or strawberry color. The minute the thought passed through his mind, he vowed never to say it out loud- somehow, being called cherry would be even worse than carrot.
Still huddled up in a ball, he was able to really just listen to his two insane roommates. Well, apparently Wolfram wasn't above a little manipulation if it meant harassing the resident human. Maybe Gray was oblivious to it, well, definitely oblivious to it given his reply, but Everett could recognize the angel's disgustingly fake attempt at sympathy. And what in the heck was he doing signing up Everett for chest-mouth feeding duties? The thought almost spurred another panic attack. Nope. Nopenopenopenopenopenopenope. Another deep breath. Nooope.
The casual way Wolfram was acting, however, as he proceeded to tease Everett(with an oblivious Gray who had thankfully declined the offer), was enough from him to jerk his blanket-hood off and glare at the angel for a split second before his eye sight went straight back to the floor, eye contact much too awkward for him.
"Nope, uh, nope, I'm fine. Just, ah, um... Yep, just fine," He lied lamely, not even sure what to say. He only lookedup at Gray for a moment to see... a golden bird in his hand? What? What had he missed? Hopefully it hadn't been the chest-mouth spitting the golden bird out(he could have sworn that he'd read that somewhere in the huge books. Whatever had happened, the bird was quite pretty... quite pretty indeed.
"That's, ah, very nice. The bird that is," He struggled on, trying to sweep his embarrassing episode under the bed. It wasn't healthy by a long-shot, tucking away his anxiety and issues, but he was much too introverted to actually confront someone about it, especially someone as nice(probably) and kiddish as Gray.