Adam was a night owl and the darkness seemed to calm his irritable personality. Sitting in his dark room, the boy was enjoying his sweet red apple when the girl from earlier entered and began to clean. There was something robotic about the way that she walked and moved as she picked his belongings up and put them somewhere proper. Adam was more curious than anything about this sudden bold move. Only his sister was unafraid of his outbursts and to have someone not even know he was watching them was something that the teen did not encounter on a regular basis. 

Tossing the half eaten apple to the floor, where it landed on a shirt with a muted thud, the boy followed her mechanical movements as she picked up various other things. Was she sleep walking or was she simply someone who would be unafraid of him? Adam towered over her, like he did to many people. Reaching a hand out towards her, he quickly retracted his hand and simply studied her. The blonde girl seemed to be about his age, if not a year younger. Adam was going to be eighteen soon. 

"Hey." he said after a few more minutes of the girl picking things up. He put a hand on her shoulder and spun her around to face him. "Girl!" Adam waved a hand in her face and he felt his lower eye lid twitch ever so slightly. His patience was already wearing thin with her.

Hidden a bit further into his large bedroom was a red rose in an old glass bottle that rested on the only shelf that did not have its contents spilled upon the floor and it's shelves broken. Glancing back at it he hoped that she wouldn't see it. Adam couldn't remember the significance of the rose and bottle to him but he did remember that over the years the rose was blooming without dirt and water. It didn't even have roots!