Claiming your space

Draven took a moment to crush out his cigarette, by way of literally crushing it out in his hand, not being bothered by the way it should have burned him. Releasing it to fall into the grass below, he turned to face Sebastian again, this time leaning his back against the wall nearby the window. His face lite with a sort up wicked gleam in his eyes as he gave the other a once over before speaking up.

"Hmm..." He hummed under his breath, all manner of thoughts running through his mind. "Kinky." He decided on the one simple word that could describe the cacophony of dark thoughts running rampant about his mind. He was glad he went with this approach rather than a civil conversation. Not that he thought he had a shot with the guy but this conversation provided a nice distraction from the thoughts that were starting to bubble up. Good-bye depressive thoughts and hello inappropriate ones.

"Ya look like ya'd make a good bottom." He commented with absolutely no shame. "Too bad yer taken." He sang and shrugged nonchalantly as though it was a normal comment to say to another guy.

Draven gave a humorous laugh at that, his smirk widening into a toothy smile as he found amusement in Sebastian's responses. At least it was better than him going all shy on him...now that was no fun. But this, this was entertaining.

"Oh?" He hummed. "Ya mean the type that's packin' a little more than they need?" He shot right back, along with a wink as he shifted his weight in an almost suggestive manner.

"Yer right, I was wrong for assumin'." He paused a moment. "I'd probably wind up breakin' ya in half anyway."

Where someone would have retorted in anger or probably expected Draven to, he instead gave a humorous laugh in spite the situation and resisting the temptation to further his antics. It was entertaining and all but it was beginning to move into territory he didn't exactly want it to go. The guy seemed to resent him enough at this point; there was really no need to make him dislike him even further if they were going to be room mates. Though he'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him; being called a jerk and being put down but it was a fabrication of his own doing. He didn't outwardly show it of course, putting on a false snarky smile and riding it out like he deserved..or at least that's what he believed.

"Relax pretty boy, I aint 'bout to go forcin' ya into somethin' or jumpin' on ya in yer sleep or anythin' like that." He spoke up after a moment when he stopped laughing.

"Look, ya gotta boyfriend, I get that." When he said this, he lost some of the snarky edge to his voice. "It aint like I've never been in a relationship...and I respect that ya are. " He shrugged, his voice level but just the slightest hint of anguish in his eyes. Though it was brief and he quickly shook it off, covering it with his 'signature' smirk once more.

"So dun go thinkin' I'm some kinda rapist or somethin', alright?" He paused for a beat. "It was pretty fun messin' with ya though." He added as an afterthought in his way of revealing the whole thing as a game and not that he was actually coming onto him.

Draven was a bit taken aback by the apology. Truth be told, he wasn't sure what to expect, not really having done something like that before, instead of just furthering his antics and getting into some kind of a full blown fight or another.

"Dun worry 'bout it." He passed off the apology. Though, it did prompt something of a semi-genuine smile from him, which he hide of course, as he made his way back toward his own bed.

"Just general stuff; nothing special." He gave a simple response to the question, almost glad for a change of subject as he plopped back down on his bed. "What 'bout ya?"

"Not long." Draven gave his simple and vague reply to the question. He wasn't too fond of the idea of majoring in anything, not truly having much of an interest in any one subject. Not that he much of one for school as a whole. Though he supposed if he wanted to impress those that allowed him to opt out of prison if he were to graduate college and show an 'interest in bettering his life', he should actually start showing that interest. He wasn't really worried about it for the time being but was well aware he'd have to settle for something or another at some point.

"So, what's this power of yers anyhow?" He asked, Sebastian's earlier statement having caught his interest. What kind of power would help with business? He couldn't help but wander as he tapped his knuckles against the nearby bedside table, having flipped to his side.