Blood Drive!

(omg I'm sorry, this won't happen again)

Calan raced down the hall at the fastest speed he could, yet not once did his feet hit the ground. Having had a rather lazy day, even for him, the teen was still in his night clothing - and it was already around six PM... His hair was more pinkish violet than scarlet in the artificial lighting, messy and falling over his eyes as he swooped through the air. The perfect image of a sexy bed head, if he did say so himself. His eyes were more lavender than cerulean from the usage of his powers and- Did I mention he was shirtless? All that remained of clothing on his upper body were bandages from his wrists to his elbows, as usual. Luckily he as in sweats...

A large laugh burst from him as he grew ready to turn a corner, not the least concerned about the little hands gripping his hair in a death grip. Indeed, on his head was Adrian's "little brother" Red, looking thoroughly frightened yet extremely gleeful. Living up to his namesake, the seemingly 8 year old boy's wild hair was an odd shade of red, gingery and coppery with faint hints of carmen. He giggled loudly from the shoulders of his favorite person. The two were running from one of Adrian's other 'family members,' Lily, who had decided it was time for the two to go bungee jumping from the roof.

Sure, they had lost the little spirit, but neither wanted to slow down.

[color=800000]"C'MON, GO FASTER!!!"[/color] Red screeched, laughing madly. Calan's response was to attempt just that, right as they rounded a corner...

Omph.

The pair clattered to the ground upon impacting something tall and lumpy, also traveling at high speeds. Red was thrown from his shoulders abruptly, but it still didn't cease his giggles, nor did it do anything to make him release the few strands of red hair he held in his grasp. He caught himself mid-throw though, landing on something warm. Calan, meanwhile, was wheezing, having fallen hard on his back before an eight year old spirit landed on his chest cross legged, not even bothering to move or unmanifest.

With a joking glare sent to Red - which was reciprocated with a tongue poking tauntingly from his mouth - Calan tipped the giggling boy onto the ground and sat up, muttering, [color=ADD8E6]"Get of you little bugger...!"[/color] After righting himself on the ground, he fixed his now-cerulean-fading eyes onto the pair he'd bumbled into. It wasn't their strange hair colors that attracted his attention, nor was it that they seemed more like goblins than humans. The first thing that the 6'1" male noticed about the two was...

[color=ADD8E6]"...Short."[/color]