One, Two, Three (The Roleplay)

"I did," he said, looking around. "I'm glad the paintings are gone."

 

"I'm unnerved by eyes staring down and watching me try to sleep," he said, lying back down as well.

 

He turned his head as well.

"It's alright. I don't mind."

 

He squinted before sighing, looking up at the ceiling again.

"Yet again, the rich takes from the poor."

 

He laughed slightly, sitting up on his hands before shifting to get out of bed, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes.

"I say a lot of things, Fleur," he said smoothly, going over to the bag she had packed for him.

 

He paused, his back to her, before he turned, holding two shirts. One shirt was a dark blue button up, and the other was a looser white one.

"That was your mistake," he said, holding the shirts in front of him. "Which one?"

 

He smirked, tilting his head playfully.

"That's because I'd look great in all things," he replied before setting down the white shirt. "Look away, please."

 

He took off his shirt and changed quickly, turning away from her.

 

He finished buttoning up the shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Okay. All clear."

 

He looked over at her.

"See you soon. Thanks for staying."