[b]Pitch Black[/b]

Pitch noticed her hand running up her arm again. He grinned, a soft chuckle coming from his lips. When she spoke, he could hear her frustration and he chuckled a bit more. 

[b]Frustration[/b], he though,[b] frustration! Ha ha ha haaaa![/b] He rubbed his hands together, now actually paying attention to what she had asked. How long had he been there, she asked him. Hmmm. He had already lost count, but he knew he'd been there at least a few days. He mentally stabbed himself for losing count so quickly. 

"Oh, I've just gotten here. Arrived a few days ago." he paused, watching her caress her own arm. What the hell was she doing? She seemed like a canine that attempted to scratch [i]itself[/i]. "What the hell're you doing?" he asked, fully aware of the sarcastic tone in his voice.