You're Prince Charming? {p}

Elijah Visscher was a delinquent who lived in a small all-american suburb. Bad grades, sneaking out and partying, smoking, they were all in his quota. On this day, the sun was set high in the sky as it was nearing noon and as Elijah walked from the gas station back home, a thin film of sweat started to accumulate on his forehead.
From the back of the house, Elijah could hear his dad working on something; probably his car or something since that piece of shit is always breaking down mid way when you're trying to get somewhere. His dad was apart of a protecting refugees program as an agent helping people escape from their countries in danger, but on the side to make a little extra money to help them get by, he works as a mechanic. You'd think that being an agent pays for itself, but because this program donates as much of itself as it can to help others, it doesn't pay that well for those working in the actual force doing the helping.
Elijah put out the butt of his cigarette on the front porch and walked inside, waiting for his dog Dodie to come up and greet him, but he never did. Dodie was a service dog that Elijah and his father had adopted due to Elijah suffering from a seizure disorder called Epilepsy. The whole point of the service dog is so that they'll be able to alert the person whenever a seizure is about to take place so that the person can prepare for it safely before hand so that minimal damage occurs.
Dodie could be heard rummaging around in what sounds like Elijah's stuff inside the boy's bedroom. Elijah rolled his eyes, pushing his blonde bangs out of his eyes and stepping toward his room. "Dodie..." he sighed and prepared for the worst. Only as he stood in the doorway, he came face to face with another thing: another person to be specific. Elijah's face coiled up into a defensive snarl. "Who the hell are you?"

OOC: sorry for all the editing, the post I made on my phone wasn't good so I decided to redo it.

Elijah raised an eyebrow before bending down to pet Dodie at his feet. "So... you're one of the refugees my dad took in?" he asked in a rather sarcastic tone. Elijah's father, or 'Agent Visscher' never mentioned this before hand: that they were going to start keeping them in their house. That must mean that either this kid is important where he has to be extra hidden, or the refugee camp is full and there is no more space to take in people, so the employees are having to house them until there is either more room available or they get back on their feet. "Did my dad er.. Agent Visscher say how long you'll be staying here with us? If that's what you're going to be doing." Elijah asked, genuinely curious now, hesitation laced his words but the sarcasmic venom he had spoken with before had been drained.

"Wow thanks for telling me ahead of time dad." Elijah said coldly, whirling around to face the older man, who was dirty and dressed in oiled overalls. The younger boy glanced back into his room. It had a bunk bed that was still in there from a previous brother that had recently moved out, and there were no other bedrooms besides his dad's that was in the house so it was pretty obvious who Gabe would be staying with.
Dodie nudged Gabe's legs in a needy fashion, wanting to be loved and petted.

Elijah stopped and stared at his father as he was talking to him, taking in his aging features. Most of what he was saying went in one ear and out the other and when he was done he just gave a simple "yeah yeah". He lit up a cigarette and walked back in the house, not listening to his father whenever he called out saying briskly "no smoking in the house!", and walked back to Gabe who he found was petting Dodie still on his bedroom floor. "Alright man, I'm supposed to help make you a normal teenager or whatever, so for starters, what do you usually do in your free time? Maybe we can start there and work forward to try and get you into some more normal hobbies." Elijah squinted his eyes and took a drag from his cigarette, blowing an opaque cloud of smoke in the space above Gabe's head.

"Yeah, those are normal. I have a shit ton of books in here if you want. I"m an avid reader myself." And it was true; piles of books about half way up the wall were dappled throughout the room. Thick books, thin books, classics and recents, there was a mix of all the above. Elijah caught Gabe staring sort of hesitantly at his cigarette and pulled it from his mouth. Ash fell to the floor and Elijah grinded it onto the wood floor with his shoe to make sure it was out. "Did you want to try?" Elijah pinched the cigarette in between his fingers and held it out to the boy, who was still petting Dodie graciously. Dodie, tongue out, had his eyes closed as he enjoyed in his small luxury.

Elijah laughed in a husky tone of voice. "Yeah, it takes a few tries but you'll get it eventually. You don't have to smoke if you don't want to. Just one of my many bad habits." he sauntered further into the room and plucked the cigarette back from Gabe, sitting on the edge of his bed on the bottom bunk. "Did you want me to show you around or anything first? Try and get to know the area a little more? Or did you have something else in mind for you to keep occupied." Elijah offered d gestured to the seemingly hundreds of books around his room when he spoke the last sentence that ended his dialogue.

Elijah raises his eye brow again and pets Dodie as he jumps up on the bed and curled up next to Elijah. Elijah looks longingly out the window, for a split second before turning back to Gabe. "Where are you from anyway?" He asked, seeing how Gabe was eyeing his books.

Elijah looked around his room with an heir of wanderlust about his gaze, trying to fit his idea of all of his books to a grand library. "I only started getting into reading a few years ago, and once I started it seemed like I couldn't stop. I had to always be reading. I don't read much anymore though.' He sighed in a fashion that almost gave away that he was sad about not being as into reading as he used to be. "I've read all of the books in here so it wouldn't kill me if you wanted to read them too or even take one or two for yourself." Elijah offered, stubbing out his cigarette in an ash try that was set on a rickety night stand beside his bed.