Nercomancy

Rei smiled brightly again and grabbed two cinnamon rolls, bounding off to shove them in the oven. Alright, the guy was definitely not human. Too weird for that. The oven beeped, making her jump like it always did. Damned old thing. Evil, rude, loud, old thing. She scowled at it as she grabbed the food from inside, slamming to door and showing just how much it didn’t mean to her. She bagged up the buns, sliding them across the counter. “Another two bucks, mister… What did you say your name was?” she asked with a tilt of her head.

Jasper watched her jump at the oven beep and he gave a small laugh, shaking his had and taking another drink of his coffee. He took out two more dollars, handed them to her, and took his cinnamon buns. The white haired male raised an eyebrow, "I didn't say, but if you must know it's Elwyth. Jasper Elwyth." 

Rei took the bills, shoving them into the register as she hummed a bit. “You mean like pastry kinda sweet and warm? If so, cinnamon rolls are the specialty around here, and I will personally vouch for their deliciousness.” She smiled brightly, spinning over to the baked goods case. “Otherwise, we got muffins and croissants and a couple sweet bread type deals.”

"Cinnamon rolls it is then," he took another sip of his coffee, wrapping his fingers around the mug and holding it close to his person, as if he were chilled to his core. "I'm feeling adventurous, I'll have two cinnamon buns," he grinned. 

Chilly mornings always brought extra customers. A mix of the icy droplets falling from the sky and the general lethargy that cold weather always caused tended to make folks crave a warm room and rich scents and steaming hot and heavily caffeinated beverages. And so, such was the case on this early morning.

Jasper eagerly took the steaming cup into his hands, relishing at the warmth that tickled at his fingertips. He took a sip as his free hand pulled out four dollars from his pockets, giving the two extra to her. "Do you have anything sweet and warm? It's honestly as cold as bones out there, and if I don't warm myself up, I might as well be a corpse." 

Melina started when he touched her wrist. When her sight stayed dark, she realized this was not her lost friend. Bringing her hand to her chest she curled her lip slightly. This mans aura was not the deep bloodred she had been seeking. No, he reeked of malice and ill intent. It was more of a blood orange. 

His eyes narrowed slightly, looking her up and down. Sure her eyes were still unnerving, as if she wasn't seeing him, yet somehow could still feel where he was. He cleared his throat, folding his arms over his chest. 

exiting oblivion // closed rp

With the wind frighteningly cold and nipping at any exposed skin, and clouds filling the sky, Jasper knew it was the best time to go for a walk. Plants were crumbling, falling to the will of the cold, and eventually dying. 

His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass.