Mirko rolls his eyes "the amount of protection you get, you might as well be a princess." Liliya smiles "I lied about dropping it on my foot so the guy could escape from my crazy self."
Girl: "well.... I'm not." Talia: "that doesn't mean I am." Marx chuckled. "Now I know you are lying."
"I'm fifty shades of crazy, you should do what that the guy done before i chuck my textbook at you," Liliya comments, raising an eyebrow slightly. She moves a hand off his hip, moving towards her textbook to make her point. Mirko chuckles "alright."
Liliya smirked "oh someone was definitely jealous," she brings the free hand up to tap the tip of his nose with a finger again. Mirko rolls his eyes "trust me I'm not."
Talia stuck her tongue out at him. Marx caught her finger in his month and smirked before getting off her. The girl took out her gun and held it to his temple. "I get you don't like me or trust me but in all this crap that's going on, I am willing to comprise on this situation and call it a temporary truce. Understood?"
Liliya chuckles, propping herself up on her elbows "so you were," she suggests, raising an eyebrow. Mirko rolls his eyes, shaking his head slightly.
"I know exactly who you are... It's not about trusting you... It's about trusting my own choices." He says lowering the gun with his hand from his hand and passing her his gun. "I ain't the person I was anymore... I'm sure you can remember what I use to be like"
Marx picked up the book and a pencil. "Nope." He looked it over and corrected the problem before handing it back to her. Talia sighed. The girl nodded and took the gun
"I use to be a completely different person till I met Mia... She helped me control the demon inside of me. I use to always feel I darkness, I was cold.... A cold blooded killer...." He looks at the girl. "And then I met you..."
Liliya watched him go through her work curiously, tilting her head as she watched. She sat up and looked at the book when it was placed in her hands "why did you help me?" She asks quietly, not trusting herself to keep composed if she looked up.
Marx: "because I see you are stressed out behind it." He moved towards the door and opened it. "Ask next time." He walked out aand closed it. The girl arched a brow at him. "Oh?"
Liliya looks up at the shut door, biting her lip. She sighs putting the book on the floor before laying down on the bed, facing away from the door, curling up.
Liliya rolls her eyes "get hold of yourself," she whispers quietly, pushing herself off her bed. She slips her shoes off, padding over to her ipod and speaker. She looks through the list and picks a song at random before starting coming up with a dance to it.
"You never told me your name... So I never told you mine. It doesn't matter about that though. You helped me overcome my anger and stress."
The girl shrugged. "You're just lucky I haven't killed you from my temper last time." Marx hears the music but remains quiet.
Liliya freezes, bent over, one leg outstretched and curled upwards. She places a hand down and twists round so she was crouched on the floor. Her eyes wander to the door, but quickly she keeps going with her dance, not giving herself time to dwell.