"Plus, it makes you smell awful and discolors your teeth," he mumbled and reached for the door. Ernie's eye caught the piano when Zach had mentioned it. He had been reading, but for how long? For a moment, Ernie disappeared into the room, sneezing at the lingering smoke smell. His room was neat... how completely strange.
After setting his pillow case on the bed, he went back to the door that connected his smaller room to Zach's bigger one. "Why do you read what I write for myself? That is why you're being such a pig, isn't it? Or why be nice and give me access to that thing?"
That thing, was the piano, and Ernie jerked his head in it's direction as if it was something to be looked at but not touched. Even though his fingers were itching to sit and feel the cool ivory keys beneath their tips.