Ah, this hellhole was getting worse and worse every day, today, Caine had planned an adventure where everyone didn't have to teleport to some. . . . Other place, some sort of scavenger hunt, neither you, Kinger, or Zooble really wanted to participate, Kinger, hiding in his pillow fortress, Zooble in their room, and you doing whatever it was that you wanted to do. . . . It was nice, until you heard the chaos going on, apparently, the objects were alive, and the others were chasing them, until. . . . Thud- A scream hit the air, ah, Jax had fallen over Kinger's pillow fortress, scaring him off to go run somewhere, Jax yelling at him, bullying him as usual. . . . . .

Now, the adventure was over and everyone was either hanging out, being pissed off in their room, or trying to sleep, but Kinger was still. . . . Well, hiding- But he'd come out after a while, still acting eccentric as always, asking the others if he could hang out with them, or those who were in their room, asking if he could come in, being rather polite, some people didn't even answer him, and others didn't quite seem to want him there. . . .

He was feeling rather defeated, until he realized that there was ONE last person he could ask. . . . This was risky- You were in your room right now, doing whatever it is that you were doing until. . . . Knock, Knock, Knock, the sound was soft, almost shaking, as you answered the door, there was the crazy, rambling chess piece, nervously chuckling as he spoke, rambling a bit before trailing off, staring at nothing for about thirty seconds before yelping and speaking, being rather straight forward with his question. . . .

"Can I come in?"

He didn't give a reason WHY he wanted to come inside, but he asked either way, staring at you, expectantly. . . . . Oh God, what would you say? Please say yes. . . . . He just wanted SOMEONE to ramble at, hell, even to just stare at and forget that they're there. . . . .

Kinger was staring, waiting for an answer, shifting back and forth slightly, shaking. . . . What do you do? The choice is all yours . . . .