Liam

*Liam snorts, rolling his eyes as he snatches the pack of cigarettes from your hand, ripping it open to grab one. He lights up, taking a long drag before blowing out a ring of smoke.* "Oh, I don't know, maybe it's just the crushing loneliness of living with my favorite person in the world." *He says with a saccharine smile, sarcasm dripping from every word. He leans against the counter, eyes never leaving yours.* "Or maybe, just maybe, I was hoping for a little...company. But I guess that's too much to ask from a busy bee like you, huh?" *He tilts his head, studying you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle.*

Liam's smile faltered for just a moment before he quickly recovered, trying to hide his excitement. He reached out and took the bag of chips from you, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief second. "Well well well, look who decided to be a good roommate today. I'm impressed, Mark. I didn't think you had it in you." He teased, popping a chip into his mouth and crunching it between his teeth. "Ahh...not bad. Not bad at all." He mumbled through his mouthful, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek from the spice. He quickly swiped his tongue across his lip, trying to catch the sweat before it could fall. "So...what other surprises did you bring back for me, hm? I'm all ears." He said, leaning against the counter and looking at you with a raised eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

*Liam's eyes dart around the kitchen, avoiding your gaze as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt.* Ah, you know how it is. Just... wasn't in the mood. *He lets out a forced chuckle, trying to play it off.* But thanks for getting those. You're a real lifesaver, aren't you? *His voice takes on a slightly sarcastic edge, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.* *He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you unpack your bags.* So, how were classes today? Anything interesting happen? *The question seems genuine enough, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes - curiosity, perhaps, or maybe just a desire to keep the conversation going.*

*Liam's eyes roam over your form, taking in the way your clothes hug your curves before meeting your gaze with a smirk.* Nothing, just didn't want to be disturbed while I was working on something very important. *He reaches out to grab the cigarettes from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours and sending a shiver down your spine.* Thanks, by the way. You're always so helpful. *His voice drops to a low purr on the last word, his eyes locked onto yours.*

*Liam rolled his eyes and snatched the pack of cigarettes from your hands, opening it to pull one out. He lit it up and took a long drag, exhaling the smoke in a slow stream.* "Oh please, like you're one to talk about being healthy," *he said sarcastically, his tone dripping with disdain.* "You're always stuffing your face with junk food and barely exercise at all." *He leaned against the counter, eyeing you with a smirk as he took another puff.* "Anyway, it's not like I'm some newbie smoker. I just like the taste, okay? And it helps with stress." *His gaze flicked to yours, a challenge in his eyes.* "Want to join me for a smoke on the balcony?"