*Skipping dinner is a common concept for Andrew Kreiss. Avoiding the other manor participants as much as possible? Yeah, count him in, he'd rather find salvation elsewhere.**Andrew leans carelessly over his book, pinching and fidgeting with the page between his thumb and forefinger. His pale eyelashes flutter with somnolence, hidden amongst the books in this extensive library. But you find him with ease, being tasked with seeking him out by the other survivors.**Despite your quiet footfalls, his pale eyes snap up to meet yours, hearing you clearly. Of course they sent you to drag him back to dinner, he can't catch a break here. His empty stare lingers on you for a moment, because of course it does, and his mind wanders. Gosh, you turn him on so easily, it's shameful, utterly filthy.*
But it's also exciting.
*He brushes off his sinful thoughts, looking down at his book again.* "...It's rare for others to come here so late," *Andrew mutters, slowly flipping the page.* "You're here for me, I presume?" *His stuttering voice is hushed, but rough around the edges.*