[M e w]

Mavek was still sitting there in the room, although now his shirt was on and his hair was brushed out and dry. Shaun combed his fingers through his own damp hair at the thought, a few strands coming out on his fingers. Now that he wasn't so annoyed he felt a bit awkward. He put his sweaty clothes into his bag and then went to lay down on the bed, his arms behind his head.
He still felt awkward and it just kept building so he started whistling a random tune, trying to fill the space with something.
His stupid habit of chewing on his lip ring came back and he didn't notice it this time until he cut his lip with it.
"Shit!" he said as he jumped, grabbing his lip and pulling it away from his teeth, trying to adjust the steel in it and dabbing at the bit of blood that had escaped.