☁ You and I under the Rain ☁ (BXB) Semi adv!!

Could you start it off, please? Hehe, I have to take a small break to have lunch- so if you're okay with waiting a little- I can post something up if you'd rather I start it~ ^_^

With his elbows propped up against the window ledge, Marcello breathed out a trail of smoke. He leaned out, watching the grey tendril curl upwards before its ascent to the sky was disrupted by a gust of wind. Now that he had finished arranging his room so that he could actually walk within the space without bumping into something, there was nothing left to do; other than get an aneurysm from stressing over the roommate that was supposedly arriving today.
It didn't help that the werewolf had put off his morning jog so he could spruce up the house, a clean place equaled a good impression, right? So he was fidgety with pent up energy as well. Marcello Lifted the cigarette once more to his lips but paused, looking over his shoulder towards the front-door. Taking one last drag of the object in his grasp, the blonde flicked it away, closed the window and made for the source of the noise. If things went well, he'd be able to introduce himself to the person and then make a quick getaway to his room. Of course, that was under the assumption that his roommate wouldn't be someone he was familiar with. Unlocking the door and pulling it open, Marcello was surprised to find the dark haired guy from yesterday." Anthony?" Disbelief dripped from his voice as he stood with one hand still on the door.

Marcello glanced about as if any moment another person would appear and claim that there had been a mix up. Of course the chances of that happening was highly unlikely."Isn't this a funny coincidence," He grumbled, most definitely not finding the humor in it. He was going to need a lot more cigarettes if he were to survive. Not that it was anything personal, he just never mixed well with talkative people. But he supposed he was lucky, could've been stuck with some dodgy jail-bait instead. And it wasn't like Anthony had been particularly horrible to him, so hey, not bad.
With that thought, the werewolf remembered his manners and opened the door further so that he was no longer acting as a barricade to the entrance and his roommate could get into the house without having to shove him out of the way, though the latter action would've been rather hilarious to witness."Come in then, sounds like you're getting a cold," The blonde stated, assuming that the reason for Anthony sneezing had something to do with the weather, not the faint scent of smoke that still lingered. Gazing at the area behind Anthony, Marcello added out of curiosity:" Where's your belongings?"

Marcello closed the door and shuffled after Anthony, hands in the pockets of his pants. He nodded in agreement, at least he didn't have to bother with introductions again."..It is in better condition than the places I've lived in," he commented idly as he tried to perceive the room as Anthony would currently be seeing it. It was a definite improvement from sleeping in apartments with paper thin walls and leaky roofs. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he wondered if he should offer refreshments. But that was something you'd do with guests not another resident. There was also the case that the fridge and cupboards were stark of anything; he had been living on fast-food for the past few days, waiting for his monthly wage to come through."I can help carry your things later then," He offered, rubbing the back of his neck in an almost sheepish manner. He had nothing better to do, so it would do good to actually remain on each others good side. Then the blonde gestured to where the bedrooms were located, returning to the situation at hand."You're room is the left door, mines the right. Bathroom's at the end of the hallway."

Marcello lingered near by, listening to Anthony as he observed the house."that's good to hear," he replied, somewhat pleased that the time he spent tidying up the place was not wasted. Noticing Anthony's attention drawn to the window, the blonde glanced in that direction as well. The rain had finally decided to stop, though with how unpredictable the weather had been, it could just as easily start up again."Doesn't look like its raining anymore, we can go get your stuff now," he suggested.

ooc~ I thought I'd be more active and post more since it was school holiday but nah. My job tires me out more than I thought it would, sorry. I'll try write more next time >_<

[size=7pt]"No problem," Marcello shrugged, flummoxed at Anthony's cheerfulness. He was beginning to wonder if the guy was capable of being something other than happy, from the moment the blonde had first spoken to him the guy had been all grins and sunshine. Not even the gloomy weather seemed to take a toll on Anthony. Marcello had to admit, albeit only in his mind, that it was difficult not to want to be around him, like a moth to a light source he was curious about his new roommate. Though, give or take a day or two, he would probably find something else to puzzle over. Only just remembering to slip on some shoes before heading out onto damp pavement after Anthony, he left the door wide open. It wasn't like they would be gone for long anyway.

Marcello probably should get a car as well. Though for that to happen he would actually have to drive without nearly giving a driver instructor a heart-attack. In his opinon, it was either step on the gas pedal like a getaway van or putter on at the speed of an old woman hobbling along. And frankly, the latter option ruined the whole purpose of owning a vehicle, and he never was a patient person, or observant. Besides, him never getting behind a wheel has kept numerous objects and people from being severely pancaked."Hope you didn't put something too fragile inside," Deciding to shorten the amount of trips of going back and forth to bring things in, Once Anthony had unlocked the vehicle and picked up some of his belongings, Marcello carefully stacked one box atop the other so that he carried two at once. Easily grasping the items in his arms, he then made his way carefully back to the house. The last thing he wanted to happen was for him to trip up in and drop the packages."Want me to put these in your room?" He asked, finding it necessary to seek permission out of an old habit of his.

ooc~ ah, thats a relief c:[/size]

Shifting the position of the boxes in his arms to a more preferable position, Marcello peeked over the top of the stack as he walked. The odd puddle scattered here and there wasn't much of a complication, getting his trusty shoes wet was no biggie. The items he was carrying weren't that overbearing as well, its weight didn't cause him much trouble. Even better, after hearing Anthony, it was safe to say that the possibility of unintentionally breaking something was pretty much impossible. Although when a lone tear, the first of the millions that would soon follow, fell from the clouds and landed on the topmost box the blonde carried, he realized that if he didn't hurry up the items- as well as himself- would get wet." Alright, I'll put them-" several more droplets made their rather unwanted appearance by landing on him." Crap," So much for waiting for the rain to stop. His pace quickened , bordering a jog. Ironically, like a cat, he wasn't a fan of getting wet.

Before Marcello could utter a single word in response, Anthony had scrambled back into the rainfall. Plopping the luggage in the safety of the house, he turned to look at the beginning of a storm outside, leaning against the doorway. Figuring that he'd only slow things down, he decided to do as he was told and wait for the other's return. To soothe his guilty conscience, he reminded himself that his roommate was more than capable of carrying a couple boxes back from the car. It didn't take long for him to spot Anthony once again with the items in hand. The blonde was about to give a word of precaution about the steps being slippery when it happened. Panic clearly on his face, Marcello swiftly dashed towards Anthony, catching him in his arms and acting as a cushion for the other's fall. Of course, not taking in to consideration the concept of momentum, the werewolf landed back on his rear with a grunt.

"God, I think I broke my -ss," he winced silently under his breath as he gathered his bearings, pointed ears flattening against his head. Wait, Human ears weren't meant to do that. With a muttered curse, the blonde swiftly clamped his hands over the two wolf-ears protruding his head. Though his instincts were yelling at him to get up and retreat to his bedroom, his concern over his roommate's well-being stopped him.
" Are you okay?" he asked nervously, keeping his hands firmly on his head like a person who had just gotten a thorough wallop to the skull.

Ooc~ So like, I had typed everything up earlier but accidentally exited out of the browser so I had to do everything all over again but then I closed the browser again so I had to rewrite it for the third time! xD I'm having an unlucky day. I hope the direction you envisioned Anthony fell was forward, otherwise the post might be a lil' confusing. c:

Had Marcello not been put upon this particular predicament, he would have been pleased that he had saved his roommate from getting severely hurt. With the knowledge that Anthony was moreorless okay, he got back up, making for the door only to pause and turn back around.
"No, I'm okay," He tried to shrug it off, though with the wary glances he was giving Anthony he wasn't playing a believably unaffected person. Guessing by the lack of yelling or weird looks sent his way, the blonde figured his new assets had yet to noticed; Anthony seemed more guilty if anything.
"Just get yourself in the house, You're all wet. I'll go get you a towel," halfway through his speaking Marcello had begun to slowly back-track to the doorway, bumping his shoulder against the side of the wall. Turning on his heels, he hurried over to the bathroom, uncovering his head as he looked upon the mirror above the sink. Without the worry of being discovered, it was easier for him to concentrate, morphing the ears away. Although, the blonde still had a niggling doubt that Anthony had actually noticed, his gut twisted in apprehension.Once they had gone, he ran his fingers through his hair just to make sure, scowling at his disheveled reflection, before grabbing a white towel hanging on its holder and going back to the hall.

That was a close call. Marcello really should have a tighter reign on his ability rather than let it make an appearance whenever it feels like it. Better yet, put an end to it all together, though it was probably impossible to stop something that was literally built in his genes. Pressing a hand briefly to his scalp to triple-check, He then walked over to Anthony, throwing the towel to him."Next time watch where your going." That came out harsher than intended, but in Marcello's defense the guy had him worried. The kind where your chest tightened and you were sure you were on the verge of a heart-attack. Heh, he'd forgotten how overly concerned he could get. The werewolf passed Anthony, closing the frontdoor to block out the cold wind. He could faintly here the sound of hail ricocheting off the roof. He tugged at his damp shirt in an attempt to stop it from sticking to his skin, though he was way better off than Anthony, he was a little sodden."..Did you see anything odd earlier?" He finally asked, though he dreaded the answer he just had to know if his roommate noticed.