The man sighed, loudly. "You wanna stop staring? I can feel your gaze burning a hole in my shirt." Although Mishka was fully aware that she wasn't gawking as badly as he'd made it sound, he wanted to point out that he caught her quick glimpses before ducking in search of stomach fuel. For no purpose at all other than simply to get under Amber's skin. Actually, even now he occasionally spotted her glance in the space between the refrigerator's door and frame -he found it pretty funny. While they weren't exactly without food, the apartment seemed to be stock with everything [i]except[/i] something to make a decent meal out of. Lot's of condiments and just-add-water kind of stuff but nothing really appealed to him at the moment. They should make as shopping list and take care of that soon. Mishka sighed, close the fridge door, and settled on instant noodles. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" he asked while adding the water.