Daniel: "That's my father."
Eva: "I wish I could have. But Mom would have never let me. Not since she went and married that Howard. It's all Howard this and Howard that. Of course I couldn't go somewhere and actually enjoy my holiday, it's our first Christmas as a family!" she mocked. Howard was the man her mother had married over the summer and Eva did not get along with her stepfather. Eva couldn't be cruel about anyone else, but Howard could rile her up and get her angry. She forced herself to relax, and covered up her embarrassment by bending over, picking up her fallen glasses, wiping them clean, and sticking them on her face. "Right, sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I'm not angry at you, I shouldn't have talked to you so harshly."
Henry: He nodded.
Catherine: "it's alright, I get it. At least now you have a whole semester before you have to see him again," she grinned.
Eva: She smiled at that. "True."
Eva: She laughed delightedly. "If you want to help, be my guest."Catherine: She smiled and suddenly zoomed around the room, unpacking. She was done in less than a minute. "You need any help unpacking?" She offered.
Eva: She laughed delightedly. "If you want to help, be my guest."
Eva: "That's clothes, so the closet."Catherine: "Where do you want the things in this bag to go?" She asked, holding up one of Eva's bags.
Hunter: He pulled out a book and flopped on his bed, ignoring him.
Hunter: He threw it back. "Can you please not be a three year old having a temper tantrum? Thanks."Tavion: He pretended to ignore him and go back to his unpacking when he pulled a shirt out and tossed it over his head, hitting Hunter in the face. Tavion didn't try to hold it in. As soon at he saw the disgusted face in Hunter, he burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
Eva: "That's clothes, so the closet."
OOC: I actually do that with my shirtsCatherine: "Okay," she hurried to the closet and folded and hung things in a blur. "There. Done. I even color coated everything in rainbow order."
OOC: I actually do that with my shirts
Eva: "Wow, thanks! You're such a good friend."
Eva: "The basics, of course. The rest, who knows? We all just kinda do our own thing."OOC: Same, with my sweatshirts
Catherine: "Thanks," She smiled and flopped onto her own bed. "Do you know what classes we'll be taking this semester?"
Hunter: He threw it back. "Can you please not be a three year old having a temper tantrum? Thanks."