Oh, great, you again. (Roderich + Keith)

Keith watched almost mesmorised by Roderich's cooking skills. It wasn't that he himself couldn't cook or he never saw anyone cook it was just something cool. His actions were so flowing and he looked at place and it was only then that the Australian truly realised how much annoyance he had caused Roderich. Of course he knew what he was doing and what he was capable but he rarely thought about others during this time, wasn't really his fault; at times he would worry about himself at others he would worry about other people.

The Australian pouted, "Fine, who would want to drink infront of a dork like you anyway?" He wasn't that bad in his own opinion and only really threw up when he was hungover, that was the problem. He usually got hungover due to his 'more is better' plan when it came to booze. He then nodded approving what the librarian had decided to make, "Never heard of it but the ingredients look familiar so I should be right," he grinned, "sorry I'm a litttle bit fussy about this, I do hope you can understand."

"I guess so," Keith leaned back hiding his disapointed sigh under his clothes shifting and accidently hitting his head on the cupboard he had sat under, "Ouch!" He rubbed his head gently laughing, "You're okay you know?" He smiled, "Annoying as all heck and kinda cruel and rutheless but deep down you're kinda okay I think," that was meant to be a compliment and to Keith it sounded like a very kind compliment. Whether or not the aristocrat would agree or not was really up to luck and chance. He shifted his body so his head was further away from the cupboard and smiled again.

"Well it doesn't matter what you are," Keith said feeling himself begin to loose. He had always prided himself on being able to make a quick come back or at least bag someone else out, but Roderich he seemed to be loosing it. Or more to the fact, he had to admit it, usually people were itimidated by him due to his reputation at his old school and the people he used to hang out with. People talked about him behind his back and his friends would fight a lot but he had a mask and that mask was strong and fearful. He shrugged looking over at the aristocrat as he cooked.

The Australian never really remembered cooking as being a plesant activity and more often then never he would avoid it when it was his turn, although he could see the happiness in the face of the librarian and the happiness and love that went into his cooking. Keith groaned. He didn't like being around Roderich all that much when he pointed out flaws in his verbal attacks. He made a mental note to be weary from now on.

"So how am I a dork?" He laughed in reply merely interested in what Roderich would say to that. He smiled again at Roderich's words trying to make a smile that didn't look sarcastic. "Thanks!~"

"You think to highly of me Mr. Edelstein," he said sarcastically. He waved his hand dissmissvly with a small sigh coming from his lips. He really didn't care. So what if he was quick to label people? People were always quick to label him, he was just simply returning that sick favour. He smile upon the attention of the aristocrat, it was odd, usually he tried to avoid attention of those in authority positions but with Roderich it was different. The opposite even. He liked his company.

He laughed. Keith hadn't been called adorable or anything in the other's sentance for some time. He vaugly remembered some of his female friends calling him sweet and definitly his uncle. Small memories of his mother saying how lovely he was popped into his head but over all he loved the librarians comment, "Thank you," he said very genuinely, whether or not it got through was a different matter all in itself.

"Thanks again," he said taking the beer. "Nah I'm not a lightweight," in fact Keith could hold his alchohol pretty well. The problem was his age. He starte drinking at an immature age and drank it like soft drink and still did, "I just over-drink all the time, it's not big problem if I limit myself. I guess I just binge alot."

Keith almost snorted, giggling at the man, "I think you're naiive with your opinions, thinking I was above something you really don't know me all that well," a thought came into Keith's head that maybe against all odd's Roderich had seen what Keith wished that a few people would actually see. He was happy with people thinking he was stupid it meant he could get away with so much more and he could have all the more fun, when people thought he was a lost cause and an idiot they stopped peskering him to do classwork and didn't question when he came to class twenty minutes late after a walk to the local shops.

The Australian stared at him, "Why are you so suprised?" He could understand if it was something unexpected but it was a well known fact that Keith really liked anything outside the rules and regulations of wherever he was, he thought it would be a little bit more than obvious that he' be thankful for a drink. He shrugged, what did it matter really? He looked over at the librarian with small amusment.

"Yeah, yeah that's what they all say," he took a sip before looking over and nodding. He skulled the rest own before unbuttoning the top two buttons so the collar wouldn't be in the way. Collar's were such a nuisance, but noo the school always demanded that he wore the unifrom. He gently placed his finger under the metal and elastic clip holding the bandage on before flicking it up and letting the bandage go slack and unroll slightly, "You don't have to though...I don't really care."

He shrugged, when Roderich said it like that he guessed he had to be greatful. He shrugged loosely smiling at him, "Okay then I won't question you're judgement oh great Roderich~" He bowed his head sarcastically before lifting it up to show him his grin. A childish grin that oddly enough looked so innocent and sweet, maybe not sweet, closer to creepy but the innocence was there behind his teeth. The idea that the two were similar had crossed Keith's mind but it was shoved away quickly, why? He was kind of afraid of what that meant.

"I'm only really like that to people I don't like or have yet to gain my respect, oddly enough I like and respect you." he paused before quickly catching his comment, "not to say that I won't ever tease or piss you off again. You're still a teacher, you are not immune." He looked away hoping he hadn't somehow screwe up. Roderich was a stuck up rich bastard but even though he was lal that he helped him and showed him a limited amount of kindness and complimented him with what appeared to be the intent of an honest compliment. This had him more baffled.

Keith's nerves tensed always wary of letting people get near him when injured, it was normal for anyone really, and especilly those who had inflicte the injury himself. "You don't owe me anything, I wish you would stop saying that," he looked the other direction avoiding having to look at him, "I was a jerk and you did what you thought was best, even though I hold a grudge you don't need to right yourself. Actually please don't it's just awkward. And you have no reason to care..."

The Australian nodded putting his hand over the bandage carefully wondering why the hell he carried them around with him. He grabbed the old bandage wrapping it upstuffing it in his pocket, "I'll put it in the bin in my room, much better place than a kitchen."

The brunette had to laugh, he knelt down to no one let alone worshiped them. Then he laughed again realising that Roderich was irritated at their heights, he had to continue laughing. It was the most pathetic thing he had ever seen in his life, "Yeah yeah, all hail king Roderich ruler of all praise," he said as sarcastically as in-humanly possible. He respected him but he wasn't going to agree to praising him, he really didn't care at all what he thought or said to a certain point.

"I understand," he replied quietly, "and I have no doubts that we will fight again sometime in the future, in fact I almost look forward to that day~" He hoped that Roderich, unlike others he had encountered over his life, was the type of person who liked a good joke and wouldn't get too annoyed if Keith nagged or whined or was a pest toward him.

"I keep saying it and I'll say it again," he was starting to get annoyed, "I don't need your pity!" There was something Keith hated more than anything. Pity from those that he did not think he should recieve pity from. Sure if Roderich was close to him or he was in a realtionship with someone he'd allow pity, sympathy or close contact without awkwardness, but with Roderich he refused it turning his nose away holding back anger.

He jumped off the table popping his collar up shaking his hair like a dog, "Don't tell me what to do!" He said, "I'll throw 'em out at home." Home as in his room.

(Sorry for the late reply TAT)

"Hey!" He exclaimed staring across at the aristocrat, "I do not think 'myself far to good' for basically anything!" It was true. He himself was really not something important, he knew he was annoying and lame he basically just thought everyone were idiots that was really all there was to it. A bunch of annoying idiots who either wasted his time or were selfish and were only out for themselves, which to some point he had to admit described himself almost to a T.

Keith smiled taking in the aroma of the pie, truly it smelt delisious but he didn't feel like admitting it. But he had to, "That smells amazing!" He said jumping down walking over to it, "And I guess it depends on the fight, verbal fights take anger away but pshycial ones don't always solve the problem..."

"Then I accept," the Australian said looking over at Roderich with a kind smile, "I guess I can't refuse..." The idea of someone looking out for him and almost showing compassion warmed his heart. He smiled more on the inside. Being around Roderich was good for him.