Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Lank eased up his features, smiling instead. He raised his hands in defense. "Fine! Not like I enjoyed the kick the last time."

Nix looked away instantly. He had done a few things he regretted, but there was just something about Lank that set his mood off in some cases–just like a friend would.

"Good. I'm glad you realized your mistake." Nix replied.

He knew if he didn't speak on the topic that was constantly mentioned by Lank, he might be nagged to his limit. This was something he owed him at the very least for staying in his dormitory.

Getting up from the chair, he walked over to Lank, witnessing him flinch and bring his hands in front of him in some sort of feeble attempt at defending himself.

"So you are scared of me." Nix deadpanned, taking his place on the floor, next to Lank.

"You have no proof!" Lank raised his chin, hurriedly putting his hands down.

"Whatever." Nix shook his head.

He knew he deserved such a treatment, after what he had done to him, it was only natural he reacted in such a way.

"I am not hiding, neither am I running away."

Lank raised a brow in confusion at what he had just heard, there was no connection whatsoever to what he had said. "What?"

"You wanted to know why I was here, am I right?" Nix shrugged.

Lank nodded his head, interest sparking up immediately as he drew closer to him.

Nix internally laughed at how easily pleased Lank was.

"I just needed a time away from the distraction and to find some inner peace with myself." He explained.

Lank had narrowed his eyes, his lips raised while he nodded his head. He had put a lot of effort in trying to look as serious as he could while he listened.

"So... that means you two had some sort of lovers bout!" He concluded.

This didn't sit well with Nix, he couldn't resist the urge to hit him on the head. "What the hell goes on in that mind of yours?!" He hissed.

Lank had his hands on his head, wincing to the pain. "I was in the wrong!"

"That's enough for today, no more silly questions. I've done my part, now please do yours and let's get some shut eye." Nix yawned, getting up from the floor and stretching out his hands above his head.

Accepting his answer for the time being, he nodded his head in understanding, getting up also.

"So I only got one bed," Lank dragged on his speech, glancing over at the bed. "...and it wasn't designed to accommodate another." He nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

Nix looked over to his right, he observed the blanket that was neatly placed on the bed, before looking back to Lank. He sighed, deciding to follow suit, pulling the blanket down.

'One bed. Well, I can sleep on the floor if I want to, so I might as well save myself the trouble.' He thought to himself.

"I'll take this place then." He replied, pointing to the floor, spreading out the blanket.

"The floor?! No way, it's too cold for you to sleep on the cold floor." Lank objected.

Nix looked at the blanket he had placed on the floor. He internally facepalmed at how stupid that sounded. "This is a blanket on the floor, I'm very sure if I sleep on it, it isn't termed a cold floor anymore."

Lank was taken aback by his reply but instantly got his footing, "it doesn't matter, that is a thin fabric not designed to be slept on in such a way."

"I don't mind, I'll just take some blankets from the closet and make myself comfortable then." He countered, walking over to the closet, bringing out the desired clothes.

'At least the magic still works in this closet too!' He noted. Switching the blankets, Nix waved his hand dismissively, already taking his position on the floor. He folded his arms across his chest, looking over to the left.

Lank stood awkwardly for a moment, slightly guilty that Nix had to choose to sleep on the floor rather than the bed. He felt like he had to make some kind of gesture to apologize, but he was unsure on how to do that.

He watched as Nix unfolded his arms, sitting up and stretching out on the floor.

"You can go to bed, I'd just sit for a while, I won't get in your way." Nix shrugged, he looked up to the ceiling. He couldn't help but smile, knowing that Lank was still standing there unsure of what to do.

"Good night." He said, still looking up.

He heard the blankets rustling, followed by the sound of a body settling down on the floor next to him.

"What are you doing? You can't sleep on the floor." He spoke back.

Turning around, Lank saw Nix, looking back at him. "And why not? It's comfortable. You don't seem to mind sleeping on the floor." He responded. "I slept on the floor every night before I came here."

Nix's mouth was turned upwards in an amused smile as he looked back over to Lank. "Fine, do whatever pleases you."

Lank nodded his head, glad that Nix had not made a fuss about this. He didn't really want to sleep on the floor, it was uncomfortable and brought back painful memories, but he didn't want to be rude to Nix either. It wouldn't be right to sleep on his bed for the night.

"Goodnight." He replied finally.

Nix had watched Lank for a moment, before turning his head to the right and looking up at the ceiling. He waited for the right opportunity to begin what he had in mind.