"Do you have any idea whom those people were?" Angelo asked Vision as he made himself comfortable on one of the couches in the living room.
He behaved as if this wasn't his first time coming to this place, by even going as far as placing his feet on top of the coffee table.
"Are you blind or something? Can't you see those books you're placing your filthy feet on?" Vision asked.
"It's a language I can't read, weird symbols and letters, to me they are not books." Angelo answered but put his feet down anyways.
"Hey, do you know who those people were?" He asked again, Vision was moving about the open kitchen that one could see from the living room, there were no closed areas, pretty open, making the living room even more spacious.
"How is school, Angelo?" Vision asked, changing the subject completely.
"Fine." The answer came flat but the sadness beneath could not be hidden from Vision who turned his head to look at him.
