Bite me.

The sky was the perfect mix of clouds and clear sky, where it was cool and just a little bit humid, with rain falling for short amounts of time before the light would shine through and give everything a glittering coat of starlight. Beautiful, if you cared to look. Destin couldn't care less. The sunlight was meaningless to him, for he was only out looking for the rain.

It seemed that he'd been out there all day, or perhaps that he'd jumped into the lake the way his skin shone and his clothes clung to his body, every inch completely drenched. He'd skipped all his classes to stay out here, draped across the grass with a bare arm thrown casually over his eyes as if he were attempting to nap.

Destin hardly concerned himself with the zipping sound. It wasn't an actual zipper, so there was nothing too important. Weird sounds happened all the time, in a place without powers. An explosion, he would wake up for. But the tiny zip? Inconsequential.

Or at least, so he thought, until a foot kicked into his ribs and a person toppled over him.

"Agh. F--"

He stopped himself, eyeing what was obviously a female demon. Don't curse in front of women. Destin pulled himself out from under the girl, wiping his hands clean on his shirt before scooping her up in his arms and then depositing her back on her feet.

"You should watch your step. There are lots of small sentient animals around here. Species with long tails won't enjoy having those stepped on either."

"No need to act so melodramatic about it. This is a school, not an arranged marriage."

An odd one this one. The black out.. Parasol? It wasn't raining so it had to be a parasol right? Or was it the waterproofing that made things umbrellas... It was a stupid accessory, no one cared about parasols anymore. But a blackout... Shade... Thing... Meant they were allergic to sunlight or whatever. It meant they were vampire, or maybe demon. And, for better or worse (although it seemed better for him), they weren't bad looking at all. Destin smiled as he took her hand, flashing white teeth with devilish mischief in his eyes.

"Destin Eaves. I take it you'll be needing a tour, yes? Shall we start?"

He swept his arm out in the direction of the school, an unspoken offer to be her guide left on the table.