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He snorted, though in all honesty, at that point, he was just refraining from telling her exactly what that small, harmless little cat did to the 'creature' that was currently residing in her apartment. However, he'd realized rather early on, that any mention of the green haired youth was going to pretty much send her into a new rage, and he'd only just managed to calm her down; sending her raging anew seemed... counter productive, specially seeing as how he was breaching potentionaly embarasing territory with the conversation at hand and he didn't want to give her any excuse to duck out of it.

When Khalla stretched out her hand, the cat eyed it warily for a moment and then slowly moved forward, giving her fingertips a sniff from his perch on the arm of the sofa. It was only when he'd decided that the blond wasn't, in fact, a threat that he finally lowered himself to the sofa, swiftly climbing onto the girl's lap, seeking attention, "Careful. If you bend to his will, he will cling to you. Forever. He won't let go," he should know. He often time found himself just sitting on the sofa, reading a book as he scratched the cat away; the animal would then refuse to even let him visit the bathroom. It would sit by the door, meowing pityfully until he finally came out and resumed the earlier position, "It keeps coming back, though that might be because I keep feeding him. He even goes as far as taking refuge in here when it rains. He hasn't got a name though," and he wasn't sure the babble Creighton uttered around the feline could be considered a name either.

He offered her the fabric, lowering his hand from her hair as she finally turned to face him, "Well, it's... the floor, Khalla. You can not be serious about sleeping on the floor. I own really old books, and while I do clean, a lot of them are really, really dusty. I don't want you sleeping on the floor," he paused and stared at her for a long, quiet moment, "I seem to recall you said this apartment was not under any sort of specific rule set, unlike your dorm room," a pause, "Would you rather I drive you back there?" in all honesty, he didn't really want to, but between that and letting her sleep on the floor... he would actually get dressed and drive her over. He just wasn't sure he could have dragged Creighton out of there if Amara didn't want him to though, "That said, I don't really think it's comparable, given the fact I don't intend to be anything but a gentleman, which is a word I don't think Creighton knows."

"I'm not very original with names. I just keep thinking of Mephistopheles, Lucifer... Poe, and somehow, I don't think he would appreciate any of those names," as if on queue, the cat meowed up at both humans, looking at them through his sole, gold eye, "You are more than welcome to name him, if you find something that you think suits him," he'd actually tried asking Creighton to name the cat but again, the babble and coos he'd gotten for an answer seemed hardly appropiate names for the feline, "I hope you're ready to carry that cat to bed with you, or have it outside the door, yowling all night long. Take your pick."

A snort followed her words, "Books attract a lot of dust," it wasn't that he didn't clean; he did, really. For an apartment with such a high amount of old, almost grimmy books, it was phenomenally clean, but he still didn't think it was a great idea for anyone to sleep on the floor. Plus, there was also the cat, and the fact he should probably do some major spring cleaning. The cat, which had been nuzzling the girl's hand, finally saw it fit to press himself against her bossom, purring a lot like a miniature motorcycle; apparently he thrived on attention, if his actions were any indication.

He watched, bemused, as she practically jumped in the air, horrified by the idea of having to leave, "Fine, fine," he lifted his hands, as if in mock defense, to show that he wasn't, in fact, going to drag her back in any way, shape or form, "No, it will not kill anyone, and... no we do not," and just whose fault was that? Partially his, partially hers. In all honesty, they were an extremely awkward couple, given that just a simple touch seemed to make both of them nervous. He hadn't even started trying to adress anything beyond a simple touch; that's how horribly pathetic they were, "Oh? Just because I insist? No other reason whatsoever? Now I'm just curious, because that begs the question of just what you would do if I insisted hard enough," granted, he was talking in general, and thus being horribly innocent here, not that he noticed the context of the words, "At any rate; are you tired?" something told him this was going to be a long, long night.

“Uno?” he blinked for a moment, “Why would you ever name anyone a name means ‘one’?” of course, the cat then turned it’s head towards Rohan and let out a long, pleasure-filled meow as Khalla scratched behind it’s ears, “Oh. Right. His eye,” a pause as he pondered it over, “Well, if you like the name, I wouldn’t mind giving it to him,” at the end of the day it was going to be hard to get stop using ‘cat’ no matter what name she picked. Besides, for some odd reason, it felt dumbly important to let her pick a name she was happy with, as if that small, simple pleasure would somehow make up for the horrible afternoon she’d endured.

Rather than comment, for a long moment, he just looked at her. It wasn’t until the irritation vanished from her features, and he took a moment to tilt his head, “You know. I was more referring to the fact it’s not that big a bed. And you’re going to have the cat in there too now,” not that he looked entirely too put off by it; he didn’t really move a lot in his sleep, so unless the girl kicked him out of the bed overnight (which would have been almost amusing, if Rohan had paused to think about it more deeply anyhow), he doubted there would be much or a problem, “Of course I insisted. It wouldn’t have been particularly.... gallant to let you take the floor or the sofa, Khalla. I’m sorry I don’t have another bed to offer you,” then again, this wasn’t exactly gentlemanly either, but the pros out-weighted the cons in this particular situation.

“A little,” he repeated, almost as if to give it a tiny bit more importance by doing so, and then he got up from his place on the couch and offered her a hand to help her stand, even if she didn’t really need it, “You can read a book then,” if she hadn’t noticed, he had plenty, “Or talk; either way, it’ll tire you out in the end.”

O....kay?

Rohan was not entirely sure how her mind had gone straight from cat to picnic, nor how she'd arrived to that conclusion. So thus, for a full moment, he stood blinking down at her, as if caught off-guard, "A picnic?" he didn't sound horrified by the idea; in fact, the way he said it almost seemed like he were tasting how the word felt when he said it out loud. Almost as if voicing it would make it a touch more real, "I'm not sure what brought that idea forth. but if it's a picnic you want... I'd be happy to indulge. It might probably mean riding my bike to where ever you wish to go. Do you have a problem with that?" when she finally took his hand, he curled his fingers around it and gave her a small tug to help her to her feet.

Now, had he been any other sort of man, he might have used that tug to send her crashing into him - but somehow... the idea did not even seem to occur to him, "But regardless, the picnic sounds nice. You'll have to cook though. I can barely make anything that isn't a sandwhich," the really sad, pathetic part was that he wasn't even making that up. But then again, Rohan really enjoyed a good sandwhich, so he figured that was fine.

To his credit, he did not make mention of the way she blushed, nor how adorably flustered she looked (in a way, that was the pro to having a rather stoic expression almost permanently plastered across his features - he could fake things did not affect him as much as they did). So thus, he tried not to bring attention to the fact he could see the way she blushed, and he tried really, really hard not to show how much the way she looked up at him got to him, "I... what? Read to you?" he'd been leading her down the hallway, his hand still holding hers, and thus his eyes had been off her face, but they returned as soon as he spoke. He wished he'd still been looking forward, because suddenly came to realize that Khalla could pretty much had been asking him for the damned moon while wearing that expression... and he'd have promised her to get it for her on the spot, "If... you want me to," for some odd reason, it wasn't the fact that he was leading her to bed that flustered him, but the fact she was asking him to read to her.

Funny that.

With a slow movement, he opened the door to his room, allowed her in and closed the door behind them, making a motion towards the bed for her (and Uno) to get comfortable in.

"Uhm..." he actually hesitated as he looked over at her, pausing in his task of choosing an adequate book that wouldn't at least... bore her to death, "I'm not sure. Would your grandmother think to smack me over the top of my head with a newspaper if I drive you over in the morning?" after all, he knew they were being rather innocent in their endeavors, but that did not mean the old lady would think the same if he randomly showed up with Khalla in tow in the morning,"If you think I'm safe, I have no problem with that," hell, technically if he hadn't been safe he'd done it anyways.

It was kind of good to know that she had no idea that all she had to do was pretty much look up at him and ask him to do something for him to do it. He was going to keep that a secret as long as... time and effort permitted it. When placed on the foot of the bed, Uno released a long mournful meow, not wasting even a moment before rushing back to seek Khalla's attention by bumping his head against her arm, then rubbing his body there. Apparently Rohan had not been lying when he'd mentioned the animal was clingy. It was still something he couldn't quite understand; the creature should have been feral, since it was stray, or had been before he'd taken it in, and yet... it seemed to adore attention, for whatever reason.

Rohan thought that maybe it was the fact it'd received little to no attention in the past and was somehow making up for that fact. At any rate, when he finally chose a book, and he turned to look at the bed, it did not surprise him to see the animal purring up a storm against Khalla's arm, under her chin when it could reach it, and against her chest; it didn't quite seem to matter, "Should I be, in any sort of way, jealous?" it was his own, strange,d ry brand sense of humor, and apparently another attempt at a joke as he got in bed, mindful of both girl and cat, "I picked out Grimm's Fairy Tales, if only because I think most of the things I have lying around might bore you to death," the pose was slightly awkward in that they were sitting stiffly side by side, so after a moment, he paused and looked over at her, "How... comfortable are you?" he planned on doing something if she responded negatively, but not otherwise - it was his way of asking for permission.

Rohan frowned for a moment, though it was a general expression, and not at all directed at her. He placed the book on his lap as he looked, up, "I thought I was a gentleman," then again, maybe killing people with a chain did not exactly form part of the general, gentlemanly course of action. Sharing a bed also probably didn't suit a gentleman's agenda, but... he was only human after all, and he thought he could not be entirely faulted. At least not for one of those things, "I guess we shall have to find out then."

When the girl mentioned not being entirely comfortable, he'd been about ready to move, however, he hesitated a moment too long, and was surprised to see she'd set herself into action before he even had the chance to. He watched the cat protest a little when the girl moved to sit up and then tilted his head curiously as she reached out and pried his arm away from where he'd set it, to the side of his body. He allowed her to maneuver him slowly, finding it mildly ironic when Khalla placed his arm around her shoulder and snuggled into his chest, "Yes," technically this was opening the door for uncomfortable situations and a sort of uncomfortable night too, but at that moment in time he was a bit too busy basking in the warmth to really care.

Using his free hand, he opened the book and sought out a chapter that seemed to appeal him. It was only when he'd found one he was happy with that he leaned back against the bed and tried to focus his attention on the words and the reading, rather than on the girl firmly pressed against him. It was an extremely difficult task, because she'd shift, or wiggle, or even cough a bit and his attention would be instantly drawn to her. However, he soon enough fell into a nice reading pace, finding that focusing on the book was making the situation... that much easier to handle. After all, despite the fact he'd been the one to suggest it, he was still having trouble with placing 'Khalla', ''sleeping' and 'together' in the same train of thought.

To say that Rohan was still more aware of the girl curled up against him than what he was reading was the understatement of the century. It was a small wonder that he could actually manage to read without faltering whenever the girl so much as shifted her position or released a small satisfied sigh. It was almost humorous to point out that had Khalla turned to him and asked him to explain to her something he'd only just read, the man would have instantly drawn a blank. He had no idea what he was reading, seeing as he was treating the process as something mechanical; he was reading, but not digesting or actually taking in the words. As a result, he could have been reading some sort of erotic novel to her and he wouldn't have realized it.

The way she yawned was not missed, and he diverted his gaze from the pages for a second to glance her as she readjusted her position. Deep down, Rohan was amused to note that despite the initial fuss, she wasn't having much trouble with becoming comfortable and slowly falling asleep. He lowered his voice progressively the deeper she fell into sleep, until her eyes closed and her breathing deepened enough to indicate he was no longer required to read out loud. Seeing as how he had been paying absolutely no attention to the book to begin with, Rohan closed it and set it aside, on the small table beside the bed.

Uno, whom had curled up into a small ball between them, opened up his one healthy eye for just a moment before turning his head away to resume sleep. Rohan spared the cat only a glance before he let out a small sigh and reached up to stroke the top of the girl's head, very much like he'd done earlier that night. Then, after waiting for a moment, he reached out to turn off the light and attempt to catch some sleep, which he wasn't entirely certain he was going to be able to, what with the fact the girl had fallen asleep clinging to him as if he were some sort of overgrown plush doll.

Despite that, as he slowly rearranged their (and the cat's) position in the darkness, until he was comfortably laying down with her still clinging to her, he swiftly decided that he could get used to all of this. He could be doing a lot worse than this, that's for sure. With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes and attempted to follow after Khalla, hoping that sleep would claim him soon.