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He smiled back at her, noticing how much more he enjoyed her face when it wasn't yelling at him. Brow would come together slightly. "What do you mean?" He would say, picking up a shell and tossing it back into the sea. Body would turn as a look of concern faintly played about his features.

"I get evicted in a few days. Can't pay my rent. I don't have any place take stay so I need to go back go small town Texas." She said ruffling her hair with a sigh, as she began carefully Putting the pictures away in her bag carefully.

Donnie's lips twitched a bit. The thought came suddenly to him. "I-" He began to say, though stopped himself. He himself sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking to the moonlit waves for a second. "Shit." Would escape under his breath. "My apartment building has an empty space. It's not as big as most, but it has been empty for months now..." Donnie looked to her. "If you want i can talk to the landlord... I recently helped him out and he owes me..." Donnie would look at her with a shrug, "If you want me to."

She looked at him and blinked in surprise. "that.... That'd be....great.. " she said softly still a little awed. "like, really great." she said a small smile showing on her face. She looked down slightly and held her bag. "but... Why if you don't mind me asking?" she asked tilting her head. She really takes very little to him, and when ghetto did it was questions about art, and all that. Not like they truly talked before all this ever happened.

Searched longer then he had to for an answer. He didn't want her to feel like a charity case. He only shrugged once and replied simply, "because I want to." The two paused then, his eyes looked to her and something flickered even in the dim moonlight. He held it there for just the right amount of time before blinking away. "Anyway if you want, just meet me on the quad tomorrow. The apartment isn't very far from campus. I'll get the key from Roy and I'll show you where it is..."

She nodded slightly sliding her bag onto her shoulder. Suddenly, she had an itching inspiration to go home and paint. "alright. I'll bite. But there ends up being screams from my apartment. It's not me. Ignore it. " she said referring back to her murder statement. She turned picking up her shoes. "see ya tomorrow kid. " she said waving slightly.

Donnie woke up early the next day. He finished his coffee in record time, brushed his teeth and took a shower. Last night he didn't hesitate to talk to Roy about the new tenant. It was almost too easy. Donnie would still do what he does for the landlord... Electrical work and upkeep in exchange for the small apartment. Though Roy came off as a half wit, he really had a good heart. The rent was cut in half, making the small place easily the best bargain in the city. She was making out like a bandit. Donnie went over to the place and spent most of the morning cleaning it for her. He painted what needed to be painted and polished the hardwood floors until they almost looked brand new. It held a charm to it, that was for sure. It even featured an exposed wall that displayed the turn of the century architecture. He figured she would appreciate it. He changed into a dark blue shirt and swung on a leather jacket and soon he was out of the door, heading towards the quad, keys in hand.

Siena was sitting on the stairs leading role the university, sketching a lion pedestal, one most likely seen on the front of the a Chinese temple. The Chinese were creative, and very masterful sculptures. She had a history book flipped open to a Jade statue, the lions paw rested on a stone orb. It's eyes were lifeless and reflected the cloudy skies that were present. She finished the structure, hard lines giving a firm shape to the lions mane, and tail.

Parked his bike in his usual spot. Locking the helmet, he made his way towards the quad. It wouldn't be long until he found her on the stairs. A smile instantly came to his face. "Hey there," he would say as he came closer. Eyes fell to the paper before her. "New project?" Donnie would ask, pointing to the sketch. He wondered where the inspiration came from. Eyes went to her again before he offered a smile. "It's about five blocks away... We can either walk or I brought my bike."

She shrugged sliding the pitcher away carefully. "it doesn't matter. Either one is fine with me." she km closed her bag and let out a breath. "to answer your earlier question, yes, watercolor and sharpie." she said putting her hat on. It was a black beanie, with a flaming pentagram in the center. Although many believed its a sign of the devil, she was raised pagan, and Knows it is a sign of protection. She even shouted and smack a kid for telling her she was a satanist.

Donnie eyed the beanie but didn't say anything. Truth be told he knew of Paganism. His Aunt was Wiccan which, from what he gathered, is very similar. "Bike it is..." He would say, giving a nod. "I parked it on the corner over here.
He unlocked the helmet and handed it to her. He would smirk a bit as she slid it on over her beanie, "looks good on you, actually.." Donnie would say before swinging a leg over the bike. Thighs would steady it as she hopped on. He would let her get settled and soon they were off.

She scoffed slightly and looked away, a light dusting painting her cheeks. When he took off, she clung of him tightly, a little surprised by the rake off. She had never ridden a bike, let alone though about them. She made a weird strangled noise watching everything fly by like rockets.

Soon they were at the apartment building. He pulled into his spot and turned the bike off. He let her hop off first before dismounting himself. "Here.." He would say, taking the helmet from her. "Follow me..." He would say, leading her through the door. They took the elevator up to the third floor, the time spent in some sort of awkward silence. "My door..." He would say, passing Apt 118... "And yours..." Her door was down the hallway, number 125. With a fumble of the keys he unlocked it. The apartment still smelled faintly of paint and cleaning solution. And thankfully those floors still looked spectacular. "I know it isn't the biggest but-" He looked around. "I think it suits you..."

Her jaw almost dropped, as she stepped inside. It assumes much nicer then ghetto one she loves in before. "n-no, it's perfect..." she whispered touching the walls gently. "No peeling paint," she stepped on a floorboard slowly, listening closely. "no squeaking boards." she said, almost making a check list. She saw a window and lit up, running over to it. She threw open the curtains to look outside. "and a window. Yep. Perfect."

Donnie watched her while standing in the doorway. She fit there. A silent pat on his back was made as she mentioned the walls and the floor. He chuckled a bit as she ran over to the window which was pretty sizable for the living room area. "I'm glad you like your window..." He would say, walking towards her. "Then I guess there is only one order of business left..." Donnie would say, dangling the set of keys in front of her. "Welcome home, Siena..." A warm smile was cast her way as he would plop the keys into her hand.

She grinned like a child on Christmas. "thank you.... So much..." she said happily as she madden a fist around the key. She turned slightly looking back at the room with a content sigh. "it's honestly better then I ever imagined." she said walking to the walls and touching them. "we should do something though...do you think the landlord would mind if I painted the walls?" she asked almost childishly.

Felt a twinge of hurt that she wanted to repaint the walls. But it made sense, and soon he was over it. After all, plain white walls didn't fit her at all. Donnie shook his head. "Honestly he was impressed somebody was interested in this place at all. He's a cool guy, Roy... You would like him." Donnie watched her look at the walls and knew that she most likely had a thousand ideas for what to do. "This is your place, Siena... You can do whatever you want to the walls..." He would chuckle, leaning against a wall and putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

"good. Cause you're helping." she grinned at him. "I like the white. Base colors are great. Especially for complicated backgrounds and using it to our advantage. It's better then the olive green at my old place." she gagged beginning to place her palms flat against the wall. Seeming to measure it.

Brow would shoot up as she insisted on his help. Apparently he had no say in the matter. "Okay.." She would get a chuckle with her olive green comment. "I just don't want my masterpiece to outshine your work.." He would smirk, starting to strut a bit as he walked towards her. "Just let me know when and I will be here..."

She snorted at his masterpiece comment. "ah, cocky as ever. Care to wager on that my newly found friend?" she said with a Cheshire cat smile. "we both paint one wall how we please then we invite this, super nice landlord, Roy, was it? He cab pick who's is better?" she grinned holding her hand out for a shake. "I doubt I'll come even close to losing." she said edging him on.