Damian Alvarez

Damian: Yikes. My mistake.

Briar: It misses you too.

Briar: Say it.

Draven had been wandering about campus - bored as could be. Carter wasn’t around for him to mess with - and he had no other favorite teachers to bug the hell out of. So when he wandered into the common room, he spotted Damian sitting on a couch and the demon smirked to himself. Plopping down beside the male on the couch  he held up his hands in explanation. “Hungry.” He said at first, thoughtful expression forming on his face. “Or maybe I’m just bored. Can’t tell the difference.” He half pouted as he leaned back against the couch lazily and snatching the shifters book from him. “What are you reading?” He asked, flipping through the pages.

His brows knitted together in slight confusion at first, but his smile returned once he had understood the other male's answer. He had experienced that feeling all too often himself. "I feel that, dude. Uh..." Had Damian thought Draven was a disrespectful or rude person at heart, he would have had some choice words to say about having his book taken away; instead, he laughed gently, turning and raising a leg on the couch to face him better. "It's called Rain of Gold. I've read it about four times already, it's one of my favorite books."

Had someone told Damian he would be going out for dinner with a shifter move star a few weeks prior, he would have laughed and pranced away, shaking his head in pity at the poor soul who had spoken to him. Stuff like that happened in movies or books, not reality. Yet here he was, adjusting his black button up in front of his mirror, almost ready for a night out with Archie Frost. He'd just gotten out of the shower, hair combed and ready but still wet; aside from the shirt, he wore black slacks and sleek black shoes, lithe frame practically mirroring his panther form. Two sprays of cologne later and he was ready, practically skipping out of his room toward his friend's. 

“I do know about that. Cause I want to eat you,” Tiago teased with a wink. He walked into the cafeteria, thanking the male as he stepped in. “That is good, I think I’m going to like my time here too,” he said with a grin. “So, where do the hot guys hang out around here? Or basically, where do you hang out?”

“Whoah, man,” he laughed, the other boy's words bringing a heavy blush to his cheeks. It wasn't every day someone said that to him; he kind of liked it. Biting his lip shyly at the question, Damian first lead them to a nearby table before answering. "I usually just read a lot, sometimes in the common rooms, sometimes outside on the beach or in the woods. A lot of people like hanging out downtown, too, I recommend that."

Archie: So I'll see you at seven.

Archie: I just don't want to be boring. It's my thing.

Archie: Good. I like that. Yes.

Damian: I know, but... you shouldn't worry about that so much. Easier said than done, I know, but you're so far from boring. You're an amazing person.

Archie: Well I'm very interesting and glad that means I'm not boring.

Archie: Thanks. I kind of consider you a friend, actually, which I don't have many of. Like at al. I have fuck buddies but they're not friends.

Damian: What is with you and being boring, if I may ask?

Five minute delay because he's smiling like a dork and can't reply:

Archie: Nope. Not at all why do you ask?

Damian: Huh. No reason, just thought your reaction was interesting.