Danger? I hope so.

He rolled his eyes when the other male said nothing about his opinions. "You obviously disagree if you're silent," he said. "But you don't have to be. You can argue if you please." Tristan shrugged his shoulders, not really caring if Fenris decided to argue or remain silent. It meant nothing to him, an argument would have just been something to keep him busy.

"I am Fenris..."

The young man merely nodded. "Well, I'm glad you finally decided to speak," he said. "Anyway, where are you headed? Just some random direction?"

The young man blinked for a few moments. "What? Dark Crystal Academy, you mean? Now why on Earth would you go there, are you insane?" he asked, then realized what he had just said. That wasn't like him, he wasn't one to care about danger. He welcomed danger and he welcomed challenge, and if this guy wanted to go the old school, it might prove to be some fun. He smirked, his eyes beginning to glitter again. "Sounds like fun..."

WHAT?! Have you gone mad, Tristan?! You'll die! And to be quite honest, I don't feel like getting killed! Damien squeaked, trying to take control of the body.

He growled and leaned against the brick wall of a building for a few moment, eyes turned down to the sidewalk. His hair changed to shade of dark brown and his eyes became a lighter shade of brown, and he bit the inside of his lip, trying to stop his other side from regaining control. Damien may have been the original soul, but Tristan was just having too much fun being on the outside, and he wouldn't allow Damien to take control until he was good and ready to do so.

"Can I... come... too?" he asked quietly, stumbling over his words because of the fact he was trying not to let Damien take control.

Tristan was silent, his skin becoming paler as well. Damien was apparently being quite serious about this. "Y-Yeah... there's a witch... but... but I doubt... she'll... let you... see... her books..." He sighed, gripping the sides of his head. "A-And n-no... I don't... know the way... sorry..."

Good, you don't know the way, now please! Just don't go there, I beg of you! Damien hissed.

"Just shut up... I'm not going to die... I'm not stupid enough to get myself murdered..." he said, loud enough for Fenris to hear, not caring if the other male thought he was talking to himself. In a sense, he was talking to himself, seeing as how he and Damien were both parts of the same soul.

He rolled his eyes. "That statement... about dying... wasn't... to you..." he mumbled under his breath. After a few more moments of fighting Damien back, Tristan succeeded, and let out a sigh of relief when his hair returned to black and when his eyes became green like they normally were. He looked up and shook his head, taking on that calm, yet slightly annoyed look again, acting almost as if nothing had just happened.

"Either way, I don't think we're going to be able to just get there. It's not going to be a piece of cake to get there. You sure you want to go there with only one other person, when there's going to be more of the enemy than us? I may be looking for a challenge, but at least I'm trying to use common sense," he said.

Tristan rolled his eyes. "I'm not afraid," he said. "Just trying to use common sense, like I said. And you don't seem extremely confident..." He wasn't an empath, but it was somewhat obvious to him that Fenris didn't seem entirely sure that they could make it there.

"But whatever. I'm still going to come with you..." he said.