In response to Gia's dismissive statement, saying that she was even worse behaved than he was,
when peckish, Dominic couldn't help but arch an eyebrow dubiously. Rather than have a laugh at the irony,
though, he took it for what it was, the corner of his mouth crooking upwards as he gave a noncommital
agreement of, "Sure..."
After he had agreed to join the two strangers, the other male, who apparently called himself 'Linus',
darted to his feet, causing Dom to blink rapidly at the quickness of the motion and lean back from it.
"Really? You'll come with us? ... That's great. Now we get to learn more about the man who seems to just
sit and listen."
Quirking an eyebrow incredulously, Dom eyed Linus up and down, frankly feeling a little awkward and
put on the spot. "......Alright. Damn," Dom replied, giving a dry sort of chuckle, accompanied with a
teasing smirk. "Why don't you wind down a little, Scarecrow? Spooking me isn't exactly a wise thing to do."
Once Gia and Linus were ready to leave, Dom followed just half a step behind. Through the girl's tour of
the grounds, he stayed silent in order to properly take in the information. Luckily, they were on their way
to the cafeteria, before his gnawing hunger could present too significant of a distraction for him.
Upon entering the building, he immediately caught sight of the large amount of people in the room, and
drew back a step instinctively. It had been a long time, since he had seen so many gathered into one place.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he walked behind the other two, his eyes briefly scanning across the
faces, in attempts to take each one into account. After that, though, he gave a flick of his head to move his
bangs further back from his face, and cast his eyes confidently forward, as though losing interest in the
groups. He instead focused his attention on his current companions, watching how they went about their
business before giving it a try, himself. After all, this was in fact the first time he had ever encountered or
interacted with any human--well, on a civil level, anyway. Despite what little he had been taught about
proper human behavior, he wasn't convinced that taking a meal with them would go smoothly without a
solid basis for comparison.
Following their lead, he helped himself to a couple cheeseburgers. A fairly small meal, but he didn't want
to overwhelm his stomach, after so long without food. When Gia asked him and Linus where they were
from, he glanced at the other male, obviously not wanting to be the one to speak up first. Whether or not
Linus would speak first, he had to give some kind of answer.
"A couple weeks ago, I was living with my mother," he began, his tone a bit on the stoic side, at first.
"She's a fashion designer--successful enough, has a good income, a big house, all the material and
resources she needs for her work..." He then crinkled his nose in distaste, his eyes narrowing dangerously
into the distance, until he finally seemed to dismiss his thoughts and give an exasperated roll of his eyes.
As he sat down with them at the lunch table, he continued with a long sigh, pausing, likely taking a
moment to consider his phrasing. "But she's... rather overbearing. Eventually, I got fed up and ditched."
His countenance straightened from its displeased wrinkle, looking more nonchalant now, as he gave a
shrug. Briefly glancing up at them to see their reactions, he soon let his gaze fall to the food in front of him,
the warm, beefy sandwich suddenly not seeming quite so appealing. "Now, I just sort of live wherever I
want," he told them, seeming neither benefited, nor bothered by it. "Better than living with that
insufferable b***h, anyway. ...Always trying to make me wear her bloody gaudy dishrags..." he grumbled
the last part. He went silent after that, not really feeling up to saying much more than that. Besides,
the less he told them, the less likely they would be to make any valid judgement calls. As was his nature,
he preferred to maintain ambiguity for as long as possible, rather than allowing possible future enemies to
get to know him well enough to use that information to their advantage.
After he'd had enough time to ease his mind, he determinedly started to eat, letting Gia and Linus talk
amongst themselves while he stuffed his face. Once he'd managed one burger down, he decided on
tucking the last one away for later, so that he could take an early leave from his current companions.
He took the still wrapped sandwich and pulled open the collar of his jacket, reaching back to open a small,
cinched silk bag, which was safely strapped around his shoulders and hanging in the curve of his back.
After storing the food away, he got to his feet, stepping over the bench to leave.
"Well..." he chimed lightly, the humor in it shown only in a faint smirk. Sliding a wide stride smoothly
across the floor to close the distance between himself and Gia, he leaned down to drum his hands
somewhat sharply on the tabletop next to her, as though to cue his exit. "I'm out, bitches."
With that, he turned on his heels, stuffing his hands into his pockets before walking off. Having a mild,
lazy sort of swagger in his step, he crossed the cafeteria yet again. He had been intent on not meeting his
eyes with anyone he passed, but he was distracted when he caught sight of the small, black-haired girl who
had previously bumped into him. He couldn't deny that her behavior had made him a bit curious, but at
the moment, she seemed preoccupied. That, along with the fact that she was in a group with two other
people, and that the room itself was currently populated enough, made him decide against approaching her,
for now. Not having considered stopping to socialize quite long enough to actually make him pause,
he continued on to the door without so much as a falter.
Upon exiting, Dominic made his way around to the back of the cafeteria. He did recall Gia's mention of
dormitories. However, he couldn't say he thought it wise to let himself fall asleep in the presence of anyone,
much less complete strangers--if he even were to get comfortable enough to sleep with people in such
close proximity. Taking a moment to ensure he was without witness, he pressed his fingertips against the
wall to grip, starting to scale the brickwork with an eerie manner of skill and grace. He was soon hefting
himself over the parapet with ease, scanning the rooftop to look for a place to bed down, when the time
came to. There were the typical rooftop necessities, such as the roof access stairwell, a small storage
room for the air conditioning unit, ventilation turbine, etcetera. Normally, he would stay awake all night,
but all of the struggling and fighting he had previously been engaged in was taking its toll on him.
Making himself at home, he stepped closer to the boxy structure of the staircase, removing his jacket
and bag to set them on the ground against the wall before casually turning around to properly visualize
what he had to work with. The stairwell and storage shed were fairly close together, but the space
in between was not totally narrow either.
So, he set to work, his fingertips brushing from his knuckles, through the spaces between the fingers of his
opposite hand, drawing out thin, shimmering, transparent cords of sticky silk. First stretching the lines
between the two walls, he created a basic frame of a hammock, then, drawing out wide streams of soft,
smooth sheet-webbing, whose adhesiveness only lasted long enough to properly apply it into place,
he overlaid the firm twine with several layers of it. After that, he used the same technique, this time,
to build a web just high enough over the hammock, that he would have room to turn and shift in his sleep.
Once he had finished, he left the fresh sheet-webs to properly dry, going to sit down against the wall beside
his belongings to rest a moment and finish his dinner. He would have to replenish the protein he had just
spent, after all. Rummaging through his jacket and bag, he brought all of the food he had on his person,
and proceeded to finish all of it, once again having to refrain from just wolfing it all down.
After a painfully drawn out sitting, he picked up his jacket again, reaching into the opening in the lining,
his hand searching among a surprising amount of small, hidden goods, all kept in plastic, zip-lock bags.
He soon found what he was looking for, and pulled it out--a bag of several finely-rolled, homemade
cigarettes, numerous tones of green herb peeking out from a bunch of narrow cigars, that sat at the bottom.
Deciding he was going to need the extra buzz this time, and having plenty of time on his hands, he took
one of the cigars, examining the visible herb and sniffing at it to determine what its exact effects would be,
before pressing it between his lips and producing a metal cigarette lighter to start smoking. Soon, a warm
wave of comfort washed over him, seeming to set every nerve in his body alight with awareness and
well-being, and allowing his mind to wander from his troubles and into a place where he could find some
form of peace and trust. The cigar smoldered and burned away, until Dominic felt the drowsiness start to
kick in. It was at this time that he put out the roach, only tucking it back into the bag when he was sure it
was cool again. He took a little time to clean up after himself, before throwing his jacket back on and
going to check, to make sure if the webs were dry. Finding that his new bed was ready for use, he crawled
in between them, settling atop the hammock and stretching out as he took in a deep breath and sighed,
feeling listless and ready to drop. His hazy, and now very bloodshot eyes gradually fluttered shut, his
breathing slowly descending into a silent snore.
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