The first thing Alcott noticed were Leopardus's wings, pointing his chin at them. "Nice wings. I like the color," he commented before pressing his cigarette to his lips. His own wings unfolded in reply, stretching out and showing their solid colors. "Mine are pretty plain. I can barely use them, myself." He nearly dropped his cigarette when he was ambushed with a series of questions, furrowing his eyebrows and snapping with, "Hey, hey! Let's calm it down, okay?" Leopardus, in his opinion, had a creepy vibe to him, but not a dangerous one. If the teacher had to guess, he was just an awkward kid. Nothing wrong with that. He's seen his fair share of that at the school and was far used to it. Of course, he didn't know just how far the rabbit hole could go.
Locking the thread because I found one exactly like it lmao
The first thing that stood out to Peter was the wings on Alcott's back. His brows raised as he momentarily forgot how most people don't like being stared at. "Sorry bruv," he chuckled. "It's just something you don't see everyday, y'know?"
He noted the familiar look on his face, thinking of all the ways this conversation could turn out. How similar was this guy to his brother, anyway? Ah, well. At least he had some sort of experience to go off of.
"So, how's it going? You good?"
Zakkalise tilts her head and squints. "Dislikes working and responsibilities!? Me too, dude." She pauses. "Ya know, I think that we have a lot in common; people also see me as immature and irresponsible, but I guess that's what happens when you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. It's kinda hard, ya know?" She knows what it's like to be a bit lost in life. "Yeah, I think I like you." She finishes with a smile.
"We have lots in common! I'm sorry to hear what you had to go though...it's rough I know, but I'm sure you can make it! I promise!" Crissella smiled, she likes this being
"Hm...". They look at Crissella for a little, crossing their arms, then start: "Hello... I'm Minnie, first of all. We're sorry you still have to find a new home, maybe you might try our new place for a little... if you don't really care for daily technology, while we definitively advice against Earth". She smiles a little and goes on: "Anyway, we like your look and dress. Our little, M, would surely enjoy hanging out with you! Of course I'd like knowing you too, if you wish so".
"What... You're certainly something i've never seen before in my entire life. You got like, flowers growing all over you. That isn't normal. Get that checked, i'm sure that's not healthy." She stated, clearly a bit freaked out at the sight of this "Flower Demon"
"You've gone through a hell of a lot, I can see that just from your appearance alone." Terry motioned to her firearm. "The gun's also a big giveaway. Anyway, you're practically my opposite. I have a pretty boring life - which I'm fine with. But you? You look like you've been on a run, and you're still running. If anything, I feel like I'd be a background character in your story. Whatever it is you've got going on in your life, I hope things get better. I don't know if you drink coffee but you're welcome to a cup from my machine."
The minute Chris mentioned tea tasting good, Terry narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously. His expression grew angrier as soon as his precious soda was almost spilled over. Before he could bark at Chris to leave, he heard the magic words: "gas station". Terry's expression remained angry and tired, but there was interest in his sleep deprived eyes.
"... The burritos better be good there," he muttered.
"I dunno man, tea tastes really good!" Chris smiled lazily and took a sip of his green tea. He stared at the 64 oz. of coffee sitting on top of Terry's desk and scratched his chin. "I gotta say, I'm really impressed with your little buddy over here." He lightly tapped the cup in an attempt to pet it gently, but flinched and caught it just in time before it toppled over. "Oops, sorry dude. I almost killed 'em!" He laughed it off and lifted his wrist to take a look at the watch that was never there. "You know, you're a chill dude. You even smell like coffee! That's wicked. We should hang out sometimes, I'll show you the best gas station in town! I promise it'll be sweet."
Later, being a shy stress ball, took a while to momentarily put his distrust for strangers aside, but it wasn't too hard: how could he be intimidated by someone who looked so... chill?
"Person, how do you stay that relaxed all the time? How do you not hate people too? Do you have some trick? I don't buy it if you say otherwise"
Then he takes his skull pendant closer to his own lips, nibbles it a little while he waits for an answer but, as he gets a little exhausted by his slow reaction to the questions, he says:
"Whatever, don't answer. Just come with me and teach me. It's cold where I live, but my friend is about the same height as you so they'll land you a jacket or something. I just want your secret."
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As soon as she gets close of him, he almost instinctively gets some food and stuffs it into his moith, trying to make it look somewhat gross: experience taught him that's a quite effective way of fending off potential people interested in him for the wrong reasons, but he has no clue that behaviour is actually related to something they have in common. He's a little confused, as the stranger doesn't go away and seems deep into her own thoughts; he also notices something unusual with her smell: he has met at least one human before, but this one seems... different to him. A little curious about that, he hesitantly asks: "...What do you mean... person?"
Bellazhanna takes a sip from her drink, a steaming coffee of some sort or another. She has heard some things about the man sitting across the room. Some things that she relates to well enough. He is sitting alone so she hesitantly dropped into her chair. She doesn't exactly know if this is a topic she should be breaching, but she wants to talk to someone about it. Someone who might understand. "It's hard isn't it, darling?" She starts. She doesn't exactly know how to finish though. She casts a solemn glance at the food on the table. "Being afraid of something that is supposed to keep you alive..." She trails off. Later seems like a nice man, a man who has earned his comfortable place in life, she has seen him around before always busy and always focused. He's a rather attractive man too. Not exactly her type, she leans more towards dark haired men with dark eyes. But this man has his charms too. She just hopes that he will take kindly to her somewhat awkward conversation starter.
"From what I have seen, you have endured many tribulations. Perhaps it is the vampiric blood within you that keeps you strong. However, I don't doubt your humanity has its own strengths.."
He rests his hand delicately under his chin, no longer looking at Bellazhanna.
"I suppose I can also understand your desire for frivolous things. It fulfills a need. It protects your heart, even if only temporarily." At this, his expression turns a little forlorn.
"I hope someday, you can find a way to open your heart and find solace within yourself."
Moony folds her book shut in her lap, the gilded edges glittering beneath her hands. "I can only imagine what you see on a regular basis, Ezio," she says softly. Her smile is kind and her eyes warm, a sense of kinship shared with the ancient being. "I'm still woefully new at this... but death is a natural thing, even if it is terrible sometimes. I wonder... have you ever met Wee Jas...?" She looks hopeful for a moment before laughing a little and shaking her head, her tail giving a nervous flick as she looks down. "No, I guess you probably haven't. But I try to make her happy. I don't usually ferry souls, I'll leave that to you, but dealing with the ones they leave behind... that's hard sometimes. It's hard to explain that this is how it should be. Life lives and dies and the cycle continues... I hope one day we meet as friends, Ezio." She looks up and gives him a big smile. "But I hope it's not for awhile."
Lumen energically bounce up to Moony, without thinking they might be a nuisance to her and interrupt her reading, and get close enough to her to be able to potentially touch her face, even if they refrain from doing so at the moment: "Giiirl, you're such a bookworm! You look like my old sis and nerd dads, always busy with books around! How do you not get bored?". They look down on her book, reading the title, and go on: "...Death and beauty? And... uh... Weeya? A weird name? Ahahah, beauty is great, but isn't death depressing? I mean...". They look at her some more, studying her look, then they go on a little louder: "You're def not from around here, are you? I've never seen someone like you, and you've got weird energy! Are you alone here? Have you been travelling a lot?". They jump on the spot, increasingly curious and interested: "You've got to tell me everything about you! You seem someone special! You do magic?! And by the way, it's gonna be dark here soon, do you want to go somewhere else with candles and stuff?"