Haydn watched Gavin as the blonde opened the door and walked out of the room. He followed, but a bit slower than his roommate; he really wasn't in much of a hurry to get downstairs. If they were going straight to breakfast then he would be hurrying his ass up, but they weren't so he hung behind. As the darker-haired boy walked he kept his eyes on Gavin who wasn’t too far ahead of him for once. He liked to complain that Haydn walked slowly, but that really wasn’t the case, he just had shorter legs than Gavin which made it difficult to keep up with him, especially this early in the morning. While he was walking his lighter passed back and forth from one hand to the other, giving his hands something to do. Haydn’s blue orbs slowly drifted down to the floor in front of him.
At the sound of Gavin’s voice calling for him Haydn’s eyes snapped up from the hardwood floor to look back at his roommate. Apparently Gavin had expected him to be further behind and the apologetic look that once again slid across his face communicated this to Haydn. The taller boy went thundering down the stairs and Haydn shook his head slowly, letting out a small sigh; Gavin really needed to remember that it was summer and the majority of the rest of the school actually liked to sleep in.
Haydn reached the foot of the stairs and looked at his roommate again. He appeared to be holding the door open for him, but just as he reached out to take it the blonde took off. The Jew let out a sigh; he wasn’t annoyed, it was too early for that, Gavin was lucky. He took his lighter back into his left hand, closing the fingers tightly around it as he opened the door for himself. His eyes came to rest, not on Gavin, but his twin. Haydn bit his bottom lip slightly, praying that Savannah wasn’t in too much of a pissy mood this morning. He tightened his grip on his lighter as he stepped into the room, knowing full well that because of him the room was no several degrees warmer. But that was just what happened and as long as the twins behaved themselves it wouldn’t get any worse. Like that was going to happen…
Savannah greeted him in German and he gave a small smile. It was always refreshing to hear the language that the majority of his family spoke. Sure, they spoke English too (most of them), but at large family get-togethers German was the language of choice. It was something about home that he definitely missed and when he got the chance to use it, he felt more at home and a lot more relaxed.
“Ein wenig müde, aber nicht schlecht. Was ist mit dir?” he replied, giving a small involuntary yawn, as if to prove his point.