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Timria unlocked the front door and held it open for Lanif. Lanif stepped through the doorway and was surprised to see a man waiting to greet them. He was averagely (it's a word for now, deal) tall and had dark brown hair and eyes. The man stepped forward with his hand outstretched to Lanif. Lanif froze for the smallest fraction of a second. Uneasiness he had no explanation for washed over him and his eyes flashed suspiciously at the man. He shook himself and stepped forward to shake the hand. All of this happened in less than a second, so no one really noticed Lanif's double-take except Lanif. Or so he hoped.
The man, obviously Timria's father, smiled at Lanif and said
"Hi, nice to meet you." Lanif gave a hello-yourself and made small-talk. There was just something about that man...his smile wasn't real for one thing. It was kind of like the type businessmen and politicians wore, but the charm that usually accompanied it was absent. And his eyes...there were small smile lines at the corners, but there was definitely no smile in his eyes. Lanif felt like he was falling into them, but it wasn't at all like looking into Timria's eyes. They were like dark bottomless holes that he would never get out of no matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did...
"Lanif..." he blinked at realized Timria's father had been talking the whole time, and had just been interrupted by Timria.
"...and I are going to my room to work on a science project."
"Alright, Timria. You kids be good, now." He winked, with the same characteristics as his smile. Lanif gave a weak smile and followed Timria.
He noticed how huge her house was, and also how nicely furnished the rooms were.
"I didn't think my dad was going to be home, I guess he decided to come home early today or something. Sorry." She stepped into her bedroom and Lanif followed, both setting their bags on the floor.
"Oh, I don't mind." Both began to pull their notebooks out of their bags. "So.....your dad makes a lot of money, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, that's good. You have a really nice house."
"Thanks." She was flipping through her notebook, looking for her project notes.
"....Are you and your dad very close?" She winced, ever so slightly. He wouldn't have even noticed it if he hadn't been watching.
"No, not really."

Wow, I suck. Whatever. I'm crabby as heck and I needed to write. Something. Even if it does suck.