"Aren't you the one leaving me in the dark? Why don't you have any lights in here, Captain?" she rolls her eyes, not like he can see it, but she's an animal of habit. It comes to her naturally. "Are you a vampire or something and now you're going to suck my blood?"
  "I might," she feels his hand travel up her arm as he pulls her body into his. His lips press against her neck and he starts to lightly bite her.
  "Stop!" she tries to push him off of her, only to put pressure on her bad foot and fall backwards. Suddenly, she's blinded by the lights being turned up all the way. She glares at him as he stares at her with an expression that's hard to pick up on what emotion he was expressing. "Are you going to apologize, or not?"
  "Why should I? You're the one who pushed off of me," his mouth drops into a frown as his eyes look over her whole body. "If you can't take a joke-"
  "A joke? A joke?! Are you kidding me? You're telling me that you weren't trying to sexually assault me in the dark, but you were just joking?!" she lets out a sigh as she shakes her head. "That's one messed up joke, Kid. Even after I made you spaghetti and everything..."
He raises his brow before he starts to laugh, she looks at the ground and crawls over to where he put their food. He grabs his plate, dims the light, heads over to his desk, and continues what he was doing before she interrupted him.
  Her (e/c) orbs look around the room as she leans against the couch he has before she pulls herself onto it. She grabs her plate and tries to eat as silently as possible, trying to take in her surroundings. This room looks lived in, the only room in the house that does.
  She notices all of his posters from the bands he listened to and she's surprised to see some bands that she recognizes. The sound of gears being turned cause her to look over at his desk. Hammers line the wall–all different sizes–next to them a container with screw driver heads–all different sizes.
  Spare parts from broken objects are strewn around the work area, wires in a container by his foot. She places her empty plate on the small coffee table in front of her before she gets up and walks over to him to see what he's doing.
  She leans on the back of the chair before she wraps her arms around his neck and places her head on top of his, "What are you up to?"
  "I should be asking you that question," he places the object he has in his hand down as he picks up a blue wire next to him. "You just got mad at me five minutes ago for teasing you, and now, you're pressing your breasts onto the back of my neck. You sure know how to keep a man guessing, can't you?"
  "I'm not-" she sighs as she realizes that she actually is. "You started it."
  "Are you feeling better? Was it just a sprain? You seem to be doing fine," he sighs as he throws the wrench in his hand against the wall. "This isn't working. Can you get off of me?"
  "Depends..." she smiles as he groans. "Promise to keep your hands off of me?"
  "Only if you get off of me so that I can go to the god damn bathroom. Or do you want me to piss me pants right here, right now?" she gets off of him before he stands up and sends her a smirk. "Thanks, love. Now don't touch anything."
  She stands there as he walks away, "I'm not your love. And I'll do whatever I want..."
  She grabs her crutches before she starts to move around the room. It's pretty big, but it looks small because of all the stuff inside. If she had to, she'd guess that he always spent all his time in this room.
  She notices a notebook and she figures that it's a journal or something, so she opens it up. Only, it isn't a notebook, it's a sketchbook, and it isn't filled with his thoughts, it's filled with sketches of weapons.
The door slams shut, her head turns and her crutches fall out from under her as she turns her body. His hands pick them up before he shoves them at her, slamming the book shut and ripping it from her hand, "I told you not to touch anything, (Y/n)."
  She smiles as he lets out a sigh and goes back to his desk, "Aren't you going to yell at me more? Like, you're stupid and you shouldn't be touching other people's things?"
  "I will if you keep yammering," he turns back to glare at her. "But I have better things to be doing in this moment. I've been with out music since the world went to shit, and I'm trying to get this god damn car radio to fucking work so when the idiots get back we can listen to some fucking cd's on the way to pick up Killer."
  She blinks as he lets out an aggravated sigh and turns back to the mess on the desk. She wasn't expecting that from him, but then again maybe she tested him a bit too much. After all he's been so very kind to her. (Note the sarcasm.)
  She goes back and wraps her arms around him like she did before, "Do you mind?"
  "No, I don't, but I know you do," she places her chin in his red-hair. For some reason she thought it would smell like strawberries, but it doesn't. "What's your favorite food?"
  "Cabbage rolls," he breaks off her touch, as he reaches down to get another wire. "Does it-"
  "Do you really like cabbage rolls?" she laughs thinking about how often she used to make them because her friend absolutely loved them. "I can handle that..."
  She hobbles away and closes the door behind her. After she's gone, he just stares at the door, she's the strangest women he has ever met. And he might just like that.

-Chapter 2: The Workshop... End-

-Chapter 3: We Ain't Got Nothing But Time... begins now-