(Lol. Thank you. I like your characters wierdness. :3)

Miller blushed lightly and smiled.

Syndrome_Boy0923:: Thanks.

(Sadly, he's not my strangest. ...I don't know what that says about my mind. My strangest male is a boy named Stille. A convo with him would be: Me: How old are you? Stille: I am as old as the sky, or 180 lunar months old. ...Er, yeah. And my oddest female likes dead bodies. XD)

Cormac grins, amused.

Little-Wolf601: Thank god you're not a blonde bimbo, I've been hit on by enough of them in one lifetime. ...That sound so bad. Er, oh well.

(Lol. Sounds cool to me XD lol)

Miller blushed once again.

Syndrome_Boy0923:: I don't know how to reply to that...

(He's weird. He was created due to an insomniac binge. XD And my female...well, she was a dream creation.)

Cormac chuckles, sheepishly.

Little-Wolf601: Don't mind me, I'm a bit out there sometimes. I'll chalk it up to paint fumes. XD So, what type of music do you like?

(Lol. Sweet)

Miller bit his lip and tried to think.

Syndrome_Boy0923:: I don't know.... You?

(XD)

Cormac thinks. "Hm..."
Little-Wolf601: Hm, anything except most rap and almost all pop. I have enough hyper friends, I don't need hyper music. But my current favorite song is The Howling by Within Temptation. I've been listening to it obsessively.

Cormac pauses in his typing to post the link to the song, not sure if Syn had heard it before.

Miller jumped at the music. He turned it off.

Syndrome_Boy0923:: I don't like it..... It scares me...

He pressed enter.

Cormac chuckles. "At least they're not my 'devil's spawn' music..."

Little-Wolf601: To each their own. What sorts of things do you listen to?

He fiddles with his music, yet again, changing it to something softer.

Miller couldn't think of anything. He didn't really listen to music.

Syndrome_Boy0923:: I don't really listen to music to be honest.....

Cormac nods, singing softly along with his music.

Little-Wolf601: Do you read? Or play video games? Or have any sort of odd hobbies? ;)

He seems to be trying to find a sort of common ground, to keep the conversation rolling. He gets another email from his father, saying he's being picked up in twenty minutes.

Miller blinked.

Syndrome_Boy0923:: I read.... Mostly school books though. And books about X-rays. (insert blabber about X-rays here.)

The Syndrome kicked in and he typed and typed and typed before pressing send.

Cormac reads it all before responding.

[U]Little-Wolf601:[U] Hey look, I'm not the only one that reads school books. I read my lit book though, and Shakespeare. But hey, I'm the first person to admit my geekiness. And computer manuals. I read tons of those.

He grins at the computer manual part. He adores computers, preferring them to people half the time. Hence, his self deemed hermit status.

Miller read what Cormac had sent and smiled lightly.

Syndrome_Boy0923:: I like computers too, I can fix them.

Cormac grins. "Yay!

Little-Wolf601: Nice! And I can break them, so we fit. Well, I can fix them too, but first I gotta break them.

Miller laughed lightly.

Syndrome_Boy0923:: I fix other people's computers.... I don't like to break mine.

Cormac chuckles, and checks his clock. Rolling his eyes, he posts.

Little-Wolf601: I don't break mine all the time, just when I'm bored and want to fix it. But I only break my decrepit desktop. That thing's ancient. Anyway, I gotta get ready to go, my father's picking me up in ten minutes. But, I'll be back on once I get settled. The place already has Wi-Fi and everything.

He sends that and begins moving his stuff to the door, turning his sound all the way up so he can hear when he gets a response.

Miller read the post and sighed. He just nodded. He had to go soon anyways too. But it still sucked.

Syndrome_Boy0923:: Mkay. See you later. ^^

He pressed send and then spun in his chair.

Cormac quickly slips back to the computer. He rapidly types in his response, it being short and to the point.

Little-Wolf601: I Later. ^^

He then logs off the computer then and grabs his iPod. He wanders into the hall to wait for his father. Once his father gets there he begins loading his stuff into the car, not thrilled. His father pats him on the shoulder. "It'll be better for you, son. You'll have a sibling. Someone to talk to." Cormac shakes him off. "I had a sibling. Stop making me sound like an only child. And you mean someone to keep me form being a hermit." He goes back to getting his stuff out. His father just sighs.

Once they finish, they head to their new house. Cormac turns his iPod on and surveys the surroundings.

(How prominent do you want their parents to be? Do we want to play them, as well?)

(I dunno. Whichever is fine. We can play them too. :3)

Miller jumped when his mother yelled up at him. Quickly he logged off, fixed something that wasn't in height order and then hurried downstairs. He frowned seeing food and plates and such at the table. He quickly rearranged everything to height order. He was surprised his mom didn't do it automatically. She knew how he got with it. It was his Syndrome. His mother was the dodding mother. She cared and worried for him no matter what. She told him to get ready because they were coming already. That meant, 'go fix your step-brothers room'. Miller hurried up to the bare room which had the bare assentials. He fixed everything height order and then hurried back downstairs to fix the table again since it had more stuff on it.

Cormac stares at the window until his father pulls into the driveway. His father stares at him. "Come on, Cormac. Don't be difficult." Cormac stares back boredly. "I've been difficult since the day I was born," he points out. His father sighs and goes to the door. He knocks once before opening it and poking his head in. "We're here," he calls, before going to help Cormac. Cormac starts unloading the car, making piles on the ground, so he doesn't end up doing it all alone.

Miller heard a voice and sighed. His mother began to fix herself ang then hurried out. Miller followed and saw the pile of boxes on the floor. He fidgeted. It wasn't in height order. He stared at it and finally couldn't help it. Almost robotically he walked over to it and began to rearrange the boxes in height order. His mom grimaced. "Please forgive him. He can't help it." Miller didn't even hear her, all his focus was on the boxes.

"There's nothing breakable in there," Cormac mutters, in a way of accepting it. He starts taking the 'fixed' sets of boxes in, blasting his iPod as he does. "Um, where am I storing this?" he asks, popping a headphone out. This can be heard clearly through the headphone. He shifts the box, trying not to bump his laptop case.

Miller followed with a couple of boxes, making sure it was in height order though. He followed his step-brother. He moved past him. "I wil.... show you..." His voice came out jerky. This was how he was with new people. He was lucky he'd said something at all. Moving infront of the male he showed him to his new room, which was across the hall from his on the second floor. He opened the door and set the boxes on the floor. Height order.

Cormac nods. He follows and puts the boxes in front of his bed. He then tosses his laptop gently on the bed. He runs a hand through his light green hair and heads back out to grab more boxes. He eyes a larger box and rolls his eyes. "Father, if I fall, laugh." The box he was eying has all of his books in it, making it quite heavy. He picks it up and wobbles. "Wah...waaah." He barely steadies himself before he falls.

"Oh God! Are you okay?!" Miller's mother called watching him fall. Miller ran out hearing his mother yell. He blinked seeing a big box and his step-silbing on the floor. "Go help him Miller." Miller shook his head. That would mean touching. And he was already uncomfortable with talking. "Miller. You have to fight what you were born with. Go." Miller edged out, and then almost robotically moved over. He held out a hand. "I will... help you..." His words came out jerky and all over the place. It was normal for him. But he hoped he would be laughed at or anything.