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"Ah… is it… that obvious… do you know what I am then?" Hongbin’s eyes flitted away and his eyebrows twitched downwards in concern. He wondered how the strange man would know; he looked like a human, right? He had even covered up all his mannequin-like joints. He sighed when he realised it must be the way he talked to people, and Hongbin was shifting on both feet with a small frown. "Dark angel…" He spoke in thought, eyes flitting up at him. He wasn’t sure what that might entail, but he wondered if it was as dangerous as it sounded.  "You didn’t tell me your name."

'I wouldn't say that obvious is the correct word. You might call me an expert on humans, considering I have observed them for centuries, and as such it was easy for me to distinguish you as something other than human.' The boy seemed both nervous and disappointed that he'd been had, however he had nothing to fear from Rick at the moment.           'Worry not, I shall do you no harm so long as you do nothing to anger or annoy me.' He supposed he didn't need to mention that it wasn't difficult to accomplish either, yet, the boy seemed intelligent enough to manage to stay on Rick's good side.

Meto blinked at that threat, lifting his gaze to meet Rick’s and then pouting slightly. Punches in the face weren’t fun at all! Instead of actually wiggled his way out of his shirt, dropping it unceremoniously and then held out his left arm to show his own strange and colorful tattoo, stretching from his fingers and covering his arm all the way up to a bit more than halfway across his chest. He thought tattoos were fun, especially this guys awesome brainy one!!

Rick strolled into the library as if he owned it, as he did with everywhere else he went, and stopped by the counter. It seemed he was less than adept with accepting greetings from people who weren't rebellious outcasts with a few too many holes in their faces. He needed to do some research, and there was no better place to begin than the library. 'Excuse me.' He called out to the only man he saw. 'Would you happen to know where I might find a research book on interaction with multiple races?'

minhoe-ia:

A person Minho knew was a new student strolled into his library. A pair glinting dark eyes followed every step of a tall male, scrutinizing the interesting persona - even among all the different creatures here the male had a sort of morbid flare MInho liked.  Well. That will save his time. Hallelujah. Imprinting the rules on newcomers was sadly one of his duties.

"Well. Since you’re already here, before we get to you getting your book, let me pass a few rules you should keep close to your heart. I’ll be quick. Be quiet, respect the books, return them on time and unmaimed and we get along swell. Now.”  Minho turned into a gust of smoke and crossed through his desk.  ”That depends on what kind  of interaction do you have in mind? Attracting? Repelling? Killing? - the latter is unfortunately forbidden here.” He added confidentially. 

That was one of Rick's least favorite words. Rules, pah. Who needed rules when men were inherently chaotic? All they served to do was delay the inevitable, and he much preferred the idea of all hell being unleashed sooner rather than later. However, if he was to remain at Insolitus, he had no choice save follow the rules. He sighed overly dramatically as he leaned on the counter. 'Unmaimed? My good sir, why do you not just sink me to the bottom of the ocean now and save me the trouble of enduring such suffering?' 

Kai wasn’t really deterred by the other male’s refusal, especially when he gave his reasoning. Though he was quick to assure, “No no, I would never do that! I didn’t know you could add drugs to baked goods… I can’t risk pissing Zitao off again with the whole drug thing.” The last part was muttered more to himself than anything, wrinkling his nose slightly before shrugging and nibbling on the edge of his cookie himself.

"I’m sorry, I have no silly hat though," he admitted, sounding sincerely regretful. "We could make one though!! That could be fun! It might catch on fire on my head though, sometimes my hair catches on fire," he admitted, giggling a bit sheepishly.

The boy before him looked as though he were innocent as a fly, although Rick's angelic intuition hinted otherwise. There was no need to press the issue, however, as he doubted such a small, unintimidating creature could cause him much harm. 'I wouldn't recommend it, young one. I've seen a few men die from ingesting such confections.' 

"Apologies, sir." He said in a normal volume but bowing once again. "I wasn’t taught that."