[b] Ken [/b]

Ken was relatively quiet while they got to the room. As Nolan made himself comfortable on the couch with the TV, Ken found himself sitting at his desk. It had not even been a full ten minutes yet he already had an entire stack of papers in one hand and a pen in the other. A bored look was on his face as he began to scribble various notes down on the sides of the foreign lettering, and though he appeared bored, he was focusing quite well on his work. Flipped one finished page and set it on the desk, and then another, and then another. But the moment Nolan began to speak, a bit of a chuckle escaped him before he turned back to look at his Knight with a smirk.

"I know you are here for my sake, [i]liebling[/i]. But I feel troubled asking you to do such simple things that I can do myself, especially when you already do so much for me." Ken shrugs slightly. "You are my constant companion. While that might not seem like a lot to anyone else, and I know you feel that is something not nearly as important as a bodyguard or anything... but to me it is the most priceless and precious thing. With the work I must do, on top of the studying and keeping up appearances with the rest of the world... Nothing can compare to just being able to speak with someone normally without worry of ruining something."

Lightly shaking his head, he turns back to his papers, already scribbling things down again.

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[b] Tarisa Bell / Sammuel Trunt [/b]

Tarisa happily grabs onto his arm in a careful, lady-like fashion. "I look forward to watching them panic. Or well, to see Kenny's dog and everyone else on edge... Kenny is a bit too oblivious to things sometimes for his own good." 

Sammuel finally finished mopping up the extra water. His eyes still burned, but he quickly grabbed the bucket and the mop and set them against the wall before grabbing the books and the backpack. He doesn't even give a second thought to looking back, with Ethan there, he didn't have to worry about Tarisa. Not that he ever really did, but he had to make it at least seem like he was doing his job as a Knight, and not just a punching bag. It really didn't take him long to arrive at his own room that he shared with Cain, currently ranked as the 5th Knight. And he was in luck though, his roommate was not here at the moment. 

He felt like he couldn't quite deal with his roommate at the moment. While he liked the company of the other Knight, who was actually pretty funny in his opinion, he didn't feel much like hearing the jokes or bits of gossip that he might find amusing at the moment. Carelessly Sam dropped the backpack and books onto the floor by the door before he quickly moved to the bathroom. He ran a rag under some chilled water before wiping his face and neck, not even wincing as he ran over his somewhat sore cheek. The happened when someone stepped on your face. 

Setting down the rag he finally reaches into his pocket and pulls out his glasses and puts them on. Glancing in the mirror he examines his face with the same neutral expression he always had. His eyes were red as they'd ever been before and somewhat swollen from the dirty soap water. A few red shoe imprints were starting to form on the right side of his face where the shoe had been pressed, even though it had not been all too roughly. With a slight shake of his head, he strips out of his wet clothing, tossing the cloths onto his bed before he moved his way over to his wardrobe. Or a nightmare, is what he liked to call it. Who in the world wanted bright neon green shoes, or other bright articles of clothing... 

A rather loud sigh escapes Sammuel as he goes about picking out his clothing for the evenings events.