Lewis is baffled at this guy's kindness, like honestly he's too much and god damn the man is tall as fuck, also gorgeous. It's like he was made by tweens inside a boy candy factory or something. Lewis doesn't mind him most of the time until he comes closer and closer and their height difference gets more apparent by then he'd be moving a few feet off just to not have to look up. Lewis still doesn't know much about him personally and is a bit freaked at his whole twin thing with Abby even thinks that the two need more space away from each other. He respects what the twins did with the Clarke scandal though, it was pretty tight. "His voice is pastel yellow, bright but still soft."
On most days, Lewis can not stand her presence. She's like if Monday was a person or something like OH MY GOD, she says too much, you know the things that come out of this girl's mouth?! I can't even. He respects how hard-working she is though and even admires her garden work, at least she has that going, 'nuff said. "She sounds like Soil brown, earthy, she does have her thing with plants afterall."
She's pretty alright but talks a lot, A LOT and Lewis can't handle her energy. It's like listening to her can just get so draining, you know?! He thinks she's too cheery and positive that his dark dreary vibe gets all rattled up so he tries his best to stay away. "Her pitch is a bright yellow, sometimes it goes up to an orange tint... it's a little bit too much."
This guy will break soon because of how kind he is. Lewis is concerned, almost afraid of how Jack acts in general and somehow often finds himself having to reject his help. He is also curious as to what goes on in Jack's head, like seriously he apparently likes breaking things down just to fix them back up... it's bothering. " Found Copper and rusty shades in his voice."
The kind of mystery that Lewis would go around chasing. What is he even? Does he even talk? Here is one fuck to give. Lewis hasn't had the chance to hear his voice, "maybe he's a thing of black? dark red? pure fucking white???!!? WHO KNOWS??!!" Lewis is itching to understand Kimberly and is also intimidated by him.
Pretty darn cool, like ice cold cool even. Lewis thinks Quinn can be scary and often finds himself at awe over her presence, she has a solid attitude and it's pretty darn stern at least on the surface and he thinks that's quite something to be. "Her voice is definitely steel, can probably cut."
This lady is fucking wild and Lewis likes her a lot. Have you seen those eyes? Just perf. If there's anyone Lewis would want to befriend, it would be Doris, something about her just screams out an adventure that he would be glad to thread on... if he could just let loose a little bit more, which he just can't find himself doing at the moment but maybe someday. "Heard her as Purple, my favorite color."
The roomie, Lewis thinks Max is the perfect temp of fun and actually enjoys his presence. He's a big dork and is pretty great, Lewis could not have asked for a better roommate. He hates to admit it but he's developed a small crush on the guy but he's too straight for anything. Besides that, no issues at all... well, Lewis' occasional height complex aside. "I like hearing that Sky Blue, like a perfect day to take a stroll."
He's like a pug, or idk some dog or something... Lewis isn't exactly fond of dogs however. But he hasn't exactly had enough time with the man so he hasn't exactly given him much thought. He seems nice though. " Maybe a bright shade of pink? or something sparkly..."
Oh man, this old dude is a whole 'nother species of his own. It's like he's a greek statue that came to life and hot damn he is quite a fine piece of art. Lewis is just completely stunned by Clarence that whenever he sees him he finds himself helplessly staring. He seems pretty cool too, generally and genuinely, like the chill kind of cool. What a dad. " A refreshing hue of Mint."
Lewis thinks Rucks is just alright. He seems to get along with everybody else although he can get pretty weird with his whole artsy thing. But yeah, he's just aight, just fine. Lewis hasn't exactly formed much of an opinion of the guy due to a lack of interaction. And he's an artsy type, you can never read the artsy type. " Hell, rainbows maybe."
With Lewis' frequent visits to the library to get books mostly for leisure and a bit for schoolwork, he's grown quite used to Vanessa's brooding granny-like presence although he's found her mostly awkward. Their first meeting was awkward to say the least because it was another one of Lewis' off days when he just could not stop his potty-mouth and apparently Vanessa is a saint,(and Lewis borrowed some Oscar Wildes and Edgar Allan Poes) what's the word for when someone gives you that look... stank-eye? was it? Anyway, Lewis thinks she's nice and Lewis feels weird about kindness so there's that. "She sounds like mustard, like the yellow tint in mustard... kinda murky but also bright."
Fletcher is one of the many people Lewis hasn't had most of an interaction since he's new to the complex and he thinks that the tall, weird and handsome dude is like super intimidating but is probably nice enough. He seems interesting though AND pretty, and Lewis' shallow, think-don't-tell interest for towering, well-aged men is just at peak for Fletcher. "Midnight Blue, like there's that hint of dark in there, get me?"
