Gulp that Pride Down (Clockwise Dream)

''I am not actually working tonight'', Samael said as he walked out of his room in a dark red t-shirt which hugged his body closely and his warmest jeans, which were once black but have since then assumed a bit of a washed out look considering how often he wore them. ''My classes don't start until late in the afternoon which means they end to late for me to come back early enough to actually help with a bar'', he explained as he finally joined Deith in the living room, having responded to the previous question from the hallway, as his steps were somewhat slowed by the fact that he was currently fighting with his overly long hair, trying to tame it back into a ponytail from which it had fallen out during his hurried shirt change.

''We can go anywhere you'd like really'', he said in the end, having given up on his hair for a moment, untying it completely and straightening it out so he could try again. ''I just asked you up here because the drinks are the bar are not for social visits so I can't offer you anything from down there'', he said, huffing slightly, annoyed that it was right now that his hair had decided to show its rebellious side. ''Give me a moment to straighten this out if we are going somewhere though'', he said, pointing at his hair. ''Plus, I'll probably need to pack my school bag so that I don't have to rush back here later. I should probably leave a note too, just in case before I lock down'', he hummed, already making a list of things he needed to grab in his head.

''Yeah, some help would be great actually'', Samael said, sighing as he let his hair fall before turning his back to Deith and offering him the hair tie with which he had been trying to tame his hair. ''Could you gather it all in one place please? It should be easier for you than me'', he said while still going over the list of things he needed to pack in his head. ''Then just tie it together. Twice is good, three times is ideal if you can manage it, considering the way my hair is acting today'', he huffed, thinking how it would be a miracle if even Deith managed to tame it.

''And don't worry about coming with no warning'', he added then as he waited for Deith to do something about his hair. ''It's not like you could have called, considering we haven't exactly exchanged numbers or anything. Which is something we should definitely change, the moment you have your hands out of my hair'', the young man laughed at his own joke.

''The best'', Samael said, smiling bright in return once he had turned back to Deith. He had quite enjoyed the feeling of someone else's fingers combing through his hair, and on top of that, Deith had actually managed to get his hair under control where he himself could not. ''Better then I ever could, honestly'', he said, swishing his hair around and noting how it showed no inclination of escaping its binding.

''I like it'', he said then, as the other man asked why he kept his hair long if it was so bothersome, before taking the offered phone and proceeding to write his own number and name in it. ''Even when it's stubborn like this and won't listen to me'', he said, saving his number and proceeding to call his own phone, the sound of Centuries suddenly bursting through the silence surrounding them as he said phone rang. ''Sorry about that'', he said, canceling the call. ''Forgot that was not on silent'', he explained before returning the phone to Deith.

''Besides'', he said as he went for his phone so that he could both pack it and save Deith's number. ''It looks good on me doesn't it?'', he finished somewhat smugly before disappearing through the door.

''You're saying that like I have nothing to be confident about'', Samael said, returning to the room once more, his red shirt covered by a tight, dark brown jacket, a messenger bag tightly packed with books hanging over he shoulder, his hair still, for once, neatly tied back. ''And I know that is not true'', he said, smirking, despite having been informed that Deith was already taken. His teasing had never been sexual anyway, though the other man did look good as well, and looking good in on itself did not mean that he went around seducing everybody he set his eyes onto. It just meant that he probably could. Samael was proud of his good looks as much as he was aware of them, and he had never been ashamed of that.

''Come on now'', he said then, his head twitching in the direction of the door as to indicate what he meant. ''Let's get going if we're going out. You can tell me all about your lover on the way to...wherever it is that we're going'', he said, thinking how whoever Deith's man was, he must put a lot of trust in him. Though, learning that Deith was taken set yet another question for him: if he was that happy about a relationship, and he obviously was happy, why get himself blind drunk like that?

Well, he though. It was not his place to ask, so he won't. ''Where did you think to take me, since we are already talking about that?'', he asked, as he slapped the post it note about him leaving onto the door. He had already sent a message too, but his parents were only so-so with checking their phones.