Nickname: Cas

Status: Vampire

Age/Appearance: 22/22 (He’s a youngin)

Birthday: May 22

Major/Minor: History & Early European Studies

“If you play your cards right…” She quirked a brow looking over at him. “Depends on what happens the next few times we run into each other.” She mused as her hues glanced over him in some sort of thought. “Hmm…” She hummed as she herself tapped her fingers against her lips in thought. “I’m curious about this mysterious bad side…but I’m interested to see about this very sweet side.” She inhaled sharply as she caught his gaze for a split second before looking forward again quickly. 

“I can’t wait until the next few times then.” He said, a smirk etched across his lips. He enjoyed hearing her hum. It calmed his senses. “Are you? Perhaps if you play your cards right then you’ll be able to witness both sides.” 

“I like treats” Katya slowly turned around, looking up at him with a smirk.

Luna paused at his wording, there was a hint of explicitness between the lines, but perhaps it was just her guttered mind. But she’d figured she’d bite. “I’m sure that could be arranged…” She hinted as sleeved covered fingers moved to her lips; a nervous habit. “You think you’re that bad?” She looked over at him again, her tongue softly running over her lower lip. “Do you think you’re that…dangerous?” 

“Is that so?” He asked, as he lifted his fingers up to his lips as he tapped them as if he were inquiring about something.  “I personally think so. But I can also be very sweet when I want to be. Just on…very rare occasions.” A smirk etched across his lips as he averted his eyes from the front of the hall to her soft features.

“Hm…makes sense.” She smiled. “You could have joined me…I’ll never say no to a dance partner.” She chuckled some to herself. “And don’t give me the whole I don’t dance thing…everyone dances at least a little bit.” She looked over to her side as he walked next to her. “Pretty much dead? So you aren’t the flash? Here I thought I was going to know my own personal superhero.” 

“It’s not that I don’t dance. It’s that I don’t like to dance. I’d rather watch you dance solo then with me.” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. He didn’t care in the slightest bit though. “No, I’m not the flash nor can I be your personal superhero but I can be your personal villain sweetheart."    

“There’s a reason I didn’t want to come to college you know.” Colton grumbled, pushing his textbooks away. “I literally have no interest in this. I’m supposed to be a mechanic, why the fuck do I need to know about Greek history?”

Casper’s first day of BriarCliff was an interesting one. He bumped into a lot of people and he was glad that it was a Saturday and he had the day off from classes. Casper was in bed even though he didn’t sleep. He just liked feeling some what normal even if it wasn’t actually normal at all and he was pretending. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up. He noticed that someone was at the door and cocked up a curious brow. “Did you need something?” He asked, hoping that someone was there and it wasn’t just his imagination playing tricks on him. 

Her brows quirked as she tilted her head, slipping a few strands behind her ear. “Oh you haven’t seen nothing yet.” She smirked slightly checking the time on her watch. “For sure, I think it’s already starting to grow on me…but I promise I’m not that clumsy. But it could be a pretty funny insider of the time we met.” She felt a laugh slip through her lips. “Which reminds me…why didn’t you say anything when you came? Were you trying to scare me?” She inquired slightly narrowing her eyes as she put a mock look of anger on her features. She grabbed her dance bag, along with her bag with her laptop and books for classes moving back to him. Her eyes scanned over the look of shock written all over his face. “You okay there? You’re starting to catch flies.” Her finger slipped up to his chin as she pressed upward slightly to close his parted mouth with a wink. “C’mon…” She motioned to the door with her head as she slipped through the frame. 

When she said that was nothing, he was ultimately curious. He wanted to know more of what she could do but that would come in time. “I didn’t say anything when I came in because you were dancing and doing your thing. I wanted to watch.” He said honestly. “Well, I am pretty much dead.” He said, as he began to follow her out the door for whatever adventure lied ahead for them.