A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Chin on the palm of his head, he chuckled and shook his head. Lee wrote another note before he let it fly over her way. Don't trust me? Her expression held obvious doubt in it as though he shouldn't have even bothered asking that question. Another note found its way over to her. Suit yourself, but you're the one who has to work tomorrow.

Tsking, she crumpled up the note and tossed it towards some of the other ones. "Can't you leave the room? You can take the laptop with you." (F/n) crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the headboard, but she eyed him out of the corners of her eyes. "Whatever you want to do, you don't want me seeing it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me about the history on the laptop."

I'm not going back into the kitchen. I'm in there enough during the day, and I don't like the other rooms as much. Maybe, the second dining room. Or, I could go in the storage area.

She rolled her eyes. "I don't care where you go. But, I'd rather it not be in here. How am I supposed to sleep with you right over there?"

You've done it before. An eyebrow of hers twitched. "Because, I didn't know you were alive, and I thought that I just was seeing things." She huffed. "Anyway, why are you hesitating? Do you really want to be in here so bad?" Another note landed on the bed, and she realized that she'd probably need more paper down the road.

This is my favorite room.

A frown appeared on her lips. "Why? Because you enjoy tormenting me?"

I suppose, though; I just like this room also. It was his room in the past, and it gave him some comfort to know that he still could enjoy it, especially since he could mess with his new roommate. He paused, though, when out of the corners of his eyes he saw the laptop screen turn black. Confused, he immediately focused on it and tried to get the picture on the screen to come back on. It didn't.

Expectantly, his eyes looked over to her. She met his gaze and raised a brow. "What?" He pointed to the laptop and continued to stare at her. Hesitantly, she got up and moved over to him. Trying not to get too close to him, she pulled the laptop over to her and used the touchpad. Nothing. (F/n) hummed before she recalled that she hadn't charged it when she used it last. It probably needed charging; however, she wondered if she should tell him that. "Hmm, I'll check it in the morning. Looks like it's not responding." As the words left her mouth, she could feel him examining her carefully.

In front of her, there soon was a note. You know what's wrong with it. You just don't want me on your laptop. Before she even could defend herself, he grabbed her letter opener and held it to her right wrist. Instantly, she froze. The cool blade glided across the top of her skin, and she couldn't help but gulp. His eyes met hers, and she wished she could tell whether he actually would hurt her or not. Lee had tormented her previously, but would he hurt her worse than that? Some of his comments implied that he had no issue with killing. That made her wonder just what he had done before he got sealed up.

Snapping out of her thoughts when the blade pressed in a little, she told herself it wasn't the time to be going over facts about him and possibilities of what and who he really was. (F/n) looked down to her wrist. The tip of the blade was poking her skin, but it wasn't breaking it yet. Instinctively, her hand shook a little. "Right. Just wait here a moment." When the blade didn't move, she nearly bitterly chuckled. Now, who was the one not trusting the other? "If you want to go on it more, I need to get the charger." There, it was out; he knew. Annoyingly, that was quick. So much for holding that information from him. If only she had been able to act better around him. Perhaps, then, he wouldn't have been able to tell that she was keeping information from him.

Slowly, the blade was removed from her wrist. After tonight, she definitely was getting rid of that. Then again, he might move to using a different weapon, like one of the knives from the kitchen. There also were the scissors in her desk. So unless she got rid of everything sharp in her room, she'd be at odds. Even then, he always could use his hands. Yeah, maybe, she'd leave it.

With the blade still in his hand, he signaled her to go off and get it. She nodded steadily before she stepped back and made sure that there was some distance between them before she turned her back on him. Entering her closet, she reached into one of the fabric cubes on her shelf. Once she had the charger in hand, she walked back over to the desk and watched him carefully as she plugged it into the electrical socket. The other end she plugged into the laptop. "Now, press the power button."

Doing so, he saw it come back up. He stared for a moment at the screen before he looked back to the cord. That made more sense that it'd have to be plugged in at some point. Televisions and other items that needed electricity had to be plugged in. Most likely, her cell phone had to be plugged in too.

Placing another note in front of her, he saw that the screen to type in the password came up. While he typed it in, she read the note. How do I know when to plug it in? She supposed that she should've been expecting that question. "Wait until the next screen comes up." Once it loaded, she wanted to move the laptop back closer to her, but he had moved it nearer to him and kept his hand on the one side. Was he doing that on purpose? Probably. The terrifying, creepy jerk.

Exercising caution, she reached across him somewhat and pointed to a battery symbol along the task bar. "That. See how it's only filled up a little bit. When it's all full, the laptop's at one hundred percent charged. When that drops to zero, the laptop will shut off, like what happened to you." With no hesitation now, she pulled her arm back only for him to grab her wrist. (F/n) froze and felt her heartbeat pick up a little bit. What did he want now?

Just as her lips were parting to speak, she gasped in surprise to find her face mere inches from his. "... What?" she finally asked, her eyes glancing between his optics and his hand on her wrist. Unexpectedly, his other hand came up and he flicked her on the forehead. "Ow!" she cried out. He let go of her, and her hands went up to her forehead. That seriously hurt. It was like he flicked her with a rock given the hard plastic and metal that just impacted her head.

If his expression could change, she'd note that he looked amused; however, she did see him moving as though he was having a good laugh. A slight glare fell on her face. "What was that for?" Soon, a note was tossed over to her as he looked on amused, not that she could tell by his expression. Next time, tell me something so simple. "... Right." She supposed that a flick on the forehead was better than him implying that he'd choke her, though; the difference in the two was pretty drastic.

To her, it indicated that he really did just enjoy messing with her at times and at others making her absolutely terrified. Right now, though, she didn't know how much he'd last in his current mood, so she stepped back from him. "You can move the laptop and charger down to the other dining room or storage." Briefly, he looked over to her before he threw another note at her.

Catching it, she read over it. Say please. I do like this desk after all. It's comfy as is the room. Almost, an eyebrow of hers twitched. Her hands crinkled the paper a little, and he settled his chin back on his palm. No doubt he was enjoying her reaction. "... Can you move somewhere else ... please?"

Abruptly, he got up, and she jumped back a little in response. His eyes glanced to her briefly before he went over to the charger and unplugged it. He wrapped it around his left wrist before he retrieved the laptop. Lee stopped at her side for a moment and lowered his lips to her ear. She couldn't hear anything, but she thought that he was mocking her in some fashion. Standing back up fully, he walked by her and left the room.

Watching him disappear from her view, she gradually headed over to her door. He managed to push the nightstand aside. Not to mention lock picking the door. She'd move her bed in front of the door if she could, but it was too heavy to do that. Well, she could move the mattress and sheets, or disassemble it and put it back together if she wanted to do more work, but did she really want to sleep right by the door? No, no she didn't. There was her desk, but she couldn't disassemble that or lift it on her own. It even was too heavy to drag over to the door.

Knowing that it wouldn't work, she put the nightstand back in place and locked the door. Even if it didn't keep him out, it made her feel a little bit safer. It meant that he had to spend extra effort to get into her room. Her eyes, though, stared to the door for a moment longer. Hopefully, he didn't trash her laptop in the process, and she did wish that she knew how to recover history. Maybe, she would look that up next time to find out what he had been searching for.

Slightly, a smile touched her lips before she turned and headed back to her bed. She crawled under the sheets and tried to get comfortable. It took awhile for her to drift off to sleep since she knew that he could come in at any time, but, eventually, sleep took her. Meanwhile, Lee was sitting in the second dining room near to an electrical socket.

Like (f/n), he was concerned about potentially restoring history. And, he needed to know whether that was possible before he looked up information that concerned himself. Using the bar like he had before, he typed in his inquiry and waited for the screen to change. When it did, a frown touched his lips.