"Playing five-a-side soccer, of course," Jean-Paul sighed pissily, "Want to join in?"
Glancing up at the intruder, the young boy scowled right back at her, his lips curling into a bit of a snarl, too. This was his spot and there was no way in Hell he was giving it up. His room had gotten steadily more and more uncomfortable to stay in, which was impressive considering that on his first day all three of his roommates had practically moved out into the woods for the weekend to avoid. They treated him like some bad smell that had seeped into the spare bed they had in the room, and he treated them like the spoilt, stuck-up rich kids they were. All in all it was a recipe for co-habitation disaster that more than entitled Jean-Paul to the roof. Especially since-- Frowning, he looked the girl over, realising something.
"How the fuck did you even get up here?" He'd had to fly up himself, having to go bare-chested in the biting winter air for a few torturous moments and then hastily and clumsily wrapping himself up again.