being, surprisingly, the fast reader that he was, Dexter had already almost finished the other half of his book in the past twenty minutes, with only two pages left to read before he had to move on to the next. He came about books with either stolen money at a ratty old book store or stealing them from the library.
Kai caught his breath and looked up the treehouse, surprised to see it occupied. He tentatively walked even closer before stopping at the foot of the tree
Although he came by the books by unethical means, he cared about them and kept them hidden and safe in his treehouse. He wasn't nearly as careless with them as many would assume.
(I totally forgot about this)
Kai knocked on the trunk, "Anyone there?"
(Same
Oof i dont remember how to write for him so thisll be rough and definitely diff from his original character)
The dark brown-haired male jumped at the sound of someone else, in this place of all places. "Shit…" He hissed to himself, setting his book aside on the small cushion of the couch. He hesitantly stood up, the sound if creaking under his feet. He sighed before finally calling down, "Yeah?" His voice was a bit distorted from being muffled by the locked hatch, but the word was understable enough.
"Who are you?" Kai asked, leaning against the coarse bark, looking at the closed hatch
Dex furrowed his brows, curiously; uneasily readjusting his stance before calling back, "The dude who owns this damm tree house. You?"
"No shit sherlock, I'm Kai" he said
Dex huffed out a bit of a laugh at the response. "Heh. Well, you got me there." There was a moment where nothing happened. Then, suddenly, "Dex."
"Wait, as in DeX from school?" He asked incredulously
"I don't fucking know, dude. Maybe?" His voice had turned to one.of annoyance. He just hoped that the other boy didn't make a big deal of it, for now. "Anyway, what're you doing alone in the woods, this late?"
"I always go for a run at this time."
His guard dropping and his body relaxing, Dexter allowed himself to plop down onto the floor near the sealed hatch. "Why?" He asked, cheek resting against his fisted hand, which was digging the slightest bit into his knee.