make them boys go loco

A large yawn broke past Calan's lips as he entered the cafe, fangs bright against the lights on the ceiling. Morning was too -early- for him... Really, so was any time before nightfall, but that's what he got for being a vampire. Since arriving, his wounds had all mostly healed, save for a chip in his shin that used to be a clean break. He still floated just above the ground though, too lazy and too tired to walk. The teen closed his dark umbrella as the door shut behind him, hardly registering the little tinkling sound resonating from the bell. Really, the seventeen year old probably looked like an idiot, carrying around an umbrella in broad daylight, but that was exactly why he carried it... It was broad daylight, and intense burns and bleeding didn't sound so pleasant.

As his umbrella closed and his shadows slipped away, it revealed his lean 6'1" form, clad in a dark red dress shirt type shirt, the first button unbuttoned and sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a pair of black skinny jeans. The shirt was dressy enough that he looked nice, yet casual enough that his fingerless black gloves, wrist buckles included, appeared normal in the attire. A black belt hung around his slender hips a notch or two too loose, some shorter chains attaching to the buckles like some wear. Black high top converse and a small black hat, worn tilted to the side, supplemented the outfit, but the piercings completed it; they weren't large or extravagant - just several running down his ears and two maroon rings on his bottom lip. For once, his smirk was not a part of his appearance - it was too damn early for the thing. Instead, he just seemed insanely bored and in need of serious caffeine, crimson hair falling into his eyes. Hell, he didn't even bother to hide his tail, the pinkish-crimson appendage velvety soft and flicking half-limp behind him.

Fully intent on just going up to the counter and ordering himself a coffee, he almost missed the small outburst from a few tables by. However, since it was already so quiet, the sentence still reached his sensitive ears, and so he turned his currently-cerulean gaze towards the source. The sight before him triggered the smallest of smirks on his lips, because the kid was -cute- with his horns, his tiny-ness and his - wait, holy shit, were those wings?! Yep, this guy was definitely on his good list, but he let the smirk fall away, too -tired- to pick up his game at the moment.

However, he still floated his way over to the demon, curiosity somewhat evident. Calan didn't bother to place an order, either - he came in often enough that they knew what he wanted. Instead, he simply slipped into the chair across from the incubus, his tail flipping idly behind him. Bandage and elevate a wound...? "I can tell you how," he said simply, pretty sure the other would know what he was responding to. Maybe one wouldn't think someone like him would know that, but he did, and quite well. He'd done it the night before... Unconsciously, his right hand came over to rest upon his left wrist - a seemingly very slight gesture. Yeah, let's not think about that, and focus on the person before him. He stuck out a hand, having recently filed his claws into something more presentable, and said, "The name is Calan, and you are?"

Arabella grimaced upon arriving at the restaurant. The Sweetheart Café.

She was never taking recommendations for breakfast places again.

Ever.

She sighed, pushing open the door and taking in the establishment. At least there’s food, she thought, shuddering at the sheer cuteness of the place. If anyone else were to walk in, she’d stick out like a sore thumb, with her tattoo, partially shaved head, and combat boots. This should be fuuun.

After procuring some coffee from the counter- two shots of espresso, which smelled surprisingly divine- and a cinnamon roll, Ara turned around and set about finding a place to sit. Not many people were around, so there were plenty of empty chairs scattered about. Despite that, her eye was drawn to a table occupied by two boys towards the back of the café, and thus took a moment to observe them. One of them, sitting with his back turned to her, had bright red hair and a pinkish tail to match, with an odd piercing ornamenting the furry appendage. Hardcore, she thought to herself with a smirk.

The other male was- Madonna mia… She couldn’t help but stare at him. Even with his horns, and his pointed teeth, he was….he was positively…She could tell just from his expression that he was probably an arrogant prick- but damn, was he a pretty one.

She blinked a few times, snapping herself out of it, and refocused on the scene before her. Pretty Boy appeared to be exasperated with some sort of schoolwork (that much she could tell without trying to read his aura), and Tail Guy must have been attempting to help him. She grinned, seeing this as an opportunity for some potential amusement. “Breakfast and a show?” she mused under her breath.

Ignoring the slew of vacant couches and chairs, Ara strutted over to the table and plopped down next to Tail Guy- who was, for some reason, carrying an umbrella? She made a mental note of that. She briefly eyed the papers on the table- something about handling a wound, definitely college-level work. She may have only been in high school, but bandaging was something she had a great deal of personal experience with, having dealt with weapons all her life.

“Anything I can do to help you boys?” she asked in a tone of mock sweetness. Ugh. The atmosphere of this place was really getting to her. Or maybe it was the perfection of Pretty Boy’s hair…

She then proceeded to outline the basics of wound care: Cleaning and bandaging a wound reduces chance for infection, while elevating the wound reduces swelling, the process by which you elevate a wound differing depending on its location…She stared across the table at him, then at the boy next to her. “Well? Aren’t you going to take notes?” Honestly. She wasn't here to give them all the answers. ”Scemi,” she muttered to herself.

'Oh, piss off,' the demon before him said irritably, 'Unless you're a nurse. You don't look like one.

Calan dropped his outstretched hand onto the table with a small thud, not sparing even a wince at the sharp yet usual pain blossoming to life on his wrist. His smiling lips slipped smoothly into the smallest of frowns, because honestly, he was getting tired of snap judgements. Less than a month and he had two enemies, one friend (who was 14 and possibly villainous), and two... girls he knew? Not to mention the threats, glares, and insults piled on top. Damn if this academy didn't turn out worse than his old school. At least Ji Hye had a reason, but the guy before him? Absolutely not.

With a spark in his captivating eyes, now slightly more violet as his power essence subconsciously mixed with his emotions as they always seemed to do, and a lace f annoyance in his voice, he responded calmly, "Actually, you'd be surprised at what I know on this. Doesn't take a genius to patch up a cut... just seventh grade First Aid." So maybe seventh graders didn't actually have experience in the medical field, but they still knew learned the procedures... And Calan? Calan had experience too... Though he conveniently left out that he'd known since before the seventh grade...

The attractive teen's thoughts were averted as a girl came over to their table and say down beside him. His analysis was a quick one - not bad on the eyes, he supposed, but didn't compare to Brooke in the slightest. Then again, no one ever could compare to Brookie... So maybe that wasn't fair. Before Calan could even welcome her, she asked if they needed anything. Then, before he could answer, she launched into a slightly animated speech about the proper techniques of wound care. Within seconds, he found himself bored, but didn't let an ounce of said boredom show, appearing interested in her words. It wasn't because she was a boring person.... But he knew all of hat she spoke of, having taken care of a few... injuries himself the night before... Wow, listening to this review, he's been really lazy...

Suddenly, though, she girl stopped mid-rant, before fixing the Unnamed Horn-Kid and himself with looks. 'Well? Aren't you going to take notes?' she said, and Calan couldn't help the small chuckle that broke past his lips. Alright, he liked this girl enough. The response from the earlier mentioned Horn Boy just inspired another quiet chuckle. He then turned to face her, glittering oceanic eyes meeting hers. "No thanks, Amai, I already know, but you're definitely a knowledgable one..." he said, both complimenting and praising the girl. A real-looking smile pulled at his lips, and he added, "As true as my nickname for you may be, I always like to know names... I'm Calan, and you are?" What could he say? Maybe he liked other hair styles more, and maybe she was a bit out of place, but he was a natural flirt and she had a nice face. Plus, while her style wasn't just like his, not many girls he'd seen shared aspects. He liked this one. Yep.

His gaze switched back to land on the Horned Kid as he spoke. Levi? Calan nodded towards him, before speaking the first analogy that came to mind. "Like the jean brand, right?" he asked, no harm meant by the statement. The teen was just a little more into fashion than most, and though his style was a little different, some name brands were just common knowledge.

Arabella smirked at Pretty Boy- or Levi, as he had called himself- and raised an eyebrow right back at him. “Well, if you didn’t want to be lectured, you shouldn’t have given up so damn fast.” Upon closer inspection of this Levi, she could certainly sense that he was preoccupied with something other than his schoolwork and the two new additions to his table. She silently wondered what this might be, but didn’t really have the interest to pry it out of him just yet.

Casually leaning back in her chair and taking a bite of her cinnamon roll, she then turned to face the other boy- Calan. His face wasn’t nearly as striking as the boy on the other side of the table, but not bad looking, either. He had chuckled at her sly digs at Levi, and because of this, she returned his grin.

Her smile faltered for a moment when he started to speak. What did he just call me? “Amai..?” she repeated through her bite of pastry, clearly confused. It was clear enough that he was trying to flirt with her- but she didn’t like not knowing what people were saying to her. (This was, of course, ironic, considering her subconscious habit of dropping bits of Italian into her vocabulary.)

She swallowed, then nodded in Calan’s direction. “Arabella,” she replied to him. Immediately, she thought better of that introduction. “Call me Ara.” Her full name sounded far too frilly for this sort of company.

“Like the jean brand, right?” Calan had asked.

Ara couldn’t help but smirk at that, her eyes flicking back to the horned boy across the table, her other eyebrow quirking higher. “That would appear to be the case,” she agreed, her eyes sparking, taunting Levi. She had a feeling this guy’s ego could do with a bit of minor shattering, and she was more than happy to oblige.

Calan nodded as she asked about the nickname. "Amai. It means 'sweet' in Japanese," he responded, a grin still evident. About that time, a waitress arrived at the table, carrying some sort of coffee. She was a small thing, slight and pretty, with brown hair and mocha eyes. Calan shot her a toothy grin as he took the drink, still too hot to drink, and handed her a few crisp bills from his pocket. At first, the woman smiled softly back, about to mutter a thanks when she noticed his fangs. Now, he had been hunting for many years by this point, and the very tips of his fangs were tinted a slight red (as he hadn't bothered to fix that in several years). Normally, it was in noticeable, but for some reason they managed to catch in the light.

With her recognition of him as a vampire, the woman's probable (and ridiculous) superstition came back into play. The smile dropped away quickly and she left without a word, leaving Calan with a slipping grin and ice in his violet-like depths. 'Probably to go gossip,' the teen thought. He just sighed, before turning back as setting his coffee on a free place of the table. The boy's tail drooped and dropped behind him, hanging limply. The damn thing had a mind of it's own, and it preferred to always how his emotions.

Calan's expression grew warm again as she introduced herself. "Arabella..." he said, tasting the way it rolled off his tongue. Perhaps it wasn't the sweetest name he had said - add a Spanish accent to it and perhaps it was up there, but that would be awkward to test at the moment - but it certainly was not sour. "Nice to meet you, Ara!" However, he didn't offer a hand - it wasn't personal, but he'd literally just been blown off, and wasn't eager to repeat history so soon.

Arabella... The name meant Answered Prayer, lovable, loving, beautiful... It was a good choice, not to mention sweet to say but with a hint of spice. Levi, though, did not have a meaning like Arabella did. Instead, it was the name of a man of Biblical, Old Testament times, and was a bit of an odd choice for a demon... It was rather obvious that Levi was a demon, and Calan honestly didn't care. Doll though, odd choice... The teen had to say, though, it was pleasant to say. He liked it.

"Well done, you made a comparison."

Calan shrugged at Levi's comment. He didn't mean his own as some sort of insult... just a comparison. Honestly, he had always preferred the name over several others since Brooke had first mentioned the jean brand and he looked up their title. "It wasn't an insult," he replied nonchalantly, scanning Levi with well-masked interest, "I've always liked the name, 'Levi'." Yep. He definitely liked saying that name. Though the aformtioend intrest was well-masked, Calan's tail showed it somewhat plainly, flicking with slight intrigue though it was under the table. The vampire set his elbow on the table and rested his cheek on his fist, his now-purely sapphire eyes roaming over the paperwork scattered across the tabletop. Slightly more interest was allowed to leak into his gaze a he picked up various bits of information. Some was familiar to him - he knew it - but other tidbits were new, and he quickly noted them.

So, a nursing major. He had once considered something of the sort, as he knew much about first aid and treatments and the like - he had treated himself countless times, even if he hadn't done as much as -set- his last broken bone. Anyhow, as strongly as he had considered it, at the time he had no real hopes of ever going to college, and had fallen back on his old best friend - music... And he was in too deep to reconsider, too in love with his work.

"What are you doing, anyway? Don't you have something else better to do than bother me?"

"Again... I'm here because I can help with that - nursing, I mean. I know a lot about it," he restated, moving his light blue gaze to meet the demon's dark one. Calan wasn't sure why, but he (almost) always preferred to look someone in the eyes when speaking to them. After years of just watching, he both enjoyed and was good at reading people... Eyes were the widow to the soul, so maybe that was why.

Levi's eyes were dark, he briefly noted. Calan wondered what had happened to darken them to such, before... He realized his own walls slipped a bit, and even if it was only for a split second, that was too much for his tastes. Calan quickly re-erected the walls behind his own irises. He was one of the few that could not, would not and should not be read, and that was not yet to change.

“That would appear to be the case."

Calan shot a look at Arabella with her next comment, due to the plain misplaced and obvious content of it, though he did not appear too reprimanding. The raised brow suggested a questioning tone, while his small, lopsided (his cheek was still resting on his fist) grin showed amusement. However, he still have off the vibe that Arabella's remark was not welcome - at least, not the way she said it. His own words had been sad harmlessly, no ill intent, yet hers were laced with the goal to damage self-worth – self-worth that, let it be said, didn't seem to be cracking. His tail finally rose behind him of it's own accord, the tip twitching slightly with both annoyance and amusement. Still, though, he would rather have had kept things friendly.

Perhaps "Amai" wasn't the best nickname...? At least she wasn't like Hitori or Solis... Those two were simply cruel.

Ara just rolled her eyes and shrugged off her failed attempt. Okay, so my timing’s not the strongest, she thought to herself. Noted. She’d have plenty more chances to break through the cold, hard air of arrogance she perceived around Levi.

Sweet… She had to stop herself from vomiting. This was the first time someone had called her sweet- and, mark her words, it would most certainly be the last.

She couldn’t help but noticed the sharp, glinting fangs within the boy’s mouth as he turned to face his server. A vampire. Prooooobably not the greatest idea to have chosen this spot, she thought in retrospect. Casually and imperceptibly, she leaned over to her left, propping her elbow on the table and placing her head in her hand- a normal enough gesture that allowed herself to move ever so slightly out of biting distance. Just a precaution. After all, she had to consider her own safety.

She nodded back over to the vampire. “Pleasure’s all mine.”

Arabella leaned back to observe the exchange between the two males at her table, watching for each individual fluctuation in mood. Levi seemed pretty constant- and, unfortunately, unable to be shattered. Her original plan to take the offhandedly-sarcastic route with him began to crumble. New tactic, new tactic…. but she had none. Yet.

The other teen, by contrast, appeared to be on a self-perpetuating emotional rollercoaster. She didn’t even need to make eye contact with him to tell- it was all clear in the movement of his tail. She smirked slightly to herself, wondering if he knew how much his appendage revealed.

First, after limping about with rejection from the waitress, it had begun to show a bit of interest- towards Levi. She couldn't tell what type of interest- but Dio, she groaned inwardly, she hoped that he wasn't another one of those types. The vampire then mimicked her position- but on the opposite hand, still furthering the distance between them. This allowed her an even better vantage point to observe the furry thing.

After a moment, it began to relax a bit, revealing something of a melancholy feeling- but that vanished in an instant, and it became tense. The teen beside her certainly had a lot on his mind- perhaps too much. Quelli due sono difficili, she mused. Those two are difficult.

She figured, for the sakes of both Calan and herself, that a reasonable approach to the situation might get through to the boy across from her. “Look. Clearly this assignment is something you don’t wanna be dealing with right now. Mr. Calan here and I have offered our help. The way I see it, three people work a heck of a lot faster than one- and by the state of things, I assume fast is what you need. So what do you say?”

There was really no benefit for herself by helping this Levi kid out- something that would under normal circumstances had her booking it from the situation faster than you could say Arrivederci. However, her curiosity was getting the better of her- the longer she stayed, the more she’d get to know about Tall-Dark-and-Handsome One, and Tall-Dark-and-Handsome Two.