Take a Chance on Me!

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Already, Jericho had been enrolled for several months at the academy. And even though he was a frequent party goer, he really hadn't applied his outgoing attitude towards much that mattered. Basically, the boy only had a handful of friends. Being as though he was a firm believer that there was never such a thing as too many, he of course would go out of his way to make more. By any means necessary.

So with the people he did know, he was randomly hooked up with someone who knew a guy who knew a guy. They had set up a meeting place, time and person to hit things off with in terms of friendship. Maybe just that, maybe more. Either way, Jericho didn't care much about whoever sat at the table across from him. He just wanted to seize this strange opportunity while he could and hopefully get something out of it. Having a new bestie in a place like this would be more than great.

Naturally then Jericho had prepped himself just right for the occasion. While the Italian-oriented restaurant around him was mid-upscale, he didn't want to go too strict with it all. wasn't like he was going to marry this person, right? So he settled for a blazer and jeans, but at least he'd shaved. And his rusty-colored hair was done. That too.

Pulling out a phone from his pocket, he checked the time. 5:30. His 'date' should be here soon. His recently-preened wings did take up a lot of space behind him, but luckily he had tucked them away enough to fit on his side of the booth. His fingers drummed on the table as he breathed out slowly. This would all be fine. No need to be a Negative Nancy here, worrying about if this person would hate him right off the bat or not. He'd do his best to impress, and that was all that mattered, right? Besides, he was sure the other was just as nervous. Whatever would come out of the night would be a learning experience. Good or bad, fate was to eventually tell.​

Another check to his phone. He wasn't being impatient or nervous, but with each passing minute the more he fretted they wouldn't come. Hopefully this guy didn't charge people for taking up space. It would be a shame if he got stood up and charged.

But before he could get to this certain worry, he heard a fragment of the last bit of a debate and a swing of the front door. Soon enough, he overheard the request for a winged man. Well, no one else here fit that criteria. Instantly he looked for the source of the request, expecting another human-like companion. Naturally then was he surprised to find his mystery 'date' was not that, but... A troll-ish looking thing. Or, was it a goblin? He wasn't very good with his species. But figuring it would be rude to ask and equally rude to stare, he'd push it all aside to smile brightly. Who was he to judge, anyway?

"Ah, no it's cool. You're just in time actually." It was he who was the one that was ridiculously early. On any case the poor girl looked nervous. Jericho folded his wings in a bit more, hoping that the fact that he was a lot bigger than her didn't contribute to that anxiety. "So, you must be.." Shit. What did the guys tell him what her name was? Quickly and casually he looked in his lap to glance at a crumpled up post-it note that had her name on it. So she was named after a snack chip. Gah, now he was really hungry. "Cheeto! Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Jericho, in case ya didn't know." He greeted pleasantly after his brief pause, not sure just how blind their little meet-up was. "So Cheeto, tell me about yourself a little bit. I'm still sorta new to this island, so I just wanted to get to know as many people as possible. Never hurts to make a friend, y'know?" He hoped she agreed. She looked a little shy to him, and though this was of course no problem, he didn't want her to feel totally uncomfortable. After all, this was supposed to be for the good of both of them.​

The more he realized it, the more the Nephilim felt sort of bad for the girl. Though she seemed to be one for solitude, he felt she may have honestly needed a good group of people to at least have for friends. Wouldn't hurt, right? She said she was more concerned with her education, whereas Jericho was almost the exact opposite. Sure, school was important. But parties and ladies and gentleman were all better. Still he respected that opinion, and leaned back casually with a nod, after she explained herself a little bit.

"Gotcha. Cool." He confirmed, smiling. Upon her question, Jericho shook his head with a bit of a chuckle. "Nah. At least not competitively anyway. I just run and lift a bit. And fly. Sports just aren't really for me." He was a built guy considering, but he didn't want to but that to the test. He went at his own pace, followed his own path. "Music is more of my forte. I play guitar a lot." Soon though he figured he'd shifted too much attention on himself. He looked back to the goblin, leaning in a bit as he rested his elbows on the table. "So, uh... How'd you get into this thing? You know, the blind meet up." He asked. Clearly as she was so shy it really wasn't her decision, or so he thought. So who's was it? "Not that I really mind your answer. Just curious is all."​

She seemed to be a bit more relaxed, which was good. He had encountered people on the shy side of the spectrum before, and rarely did he meet success in easing them out of their shell. Cheeto on the other hand may be someone he could help in this respect. He liked to think he was easy going and approachable, whether or not this was truly the case. With a mention of a sister, Jericho smirked a bit and leaned in with his elbows on the table. ”Oh, does she now?” He asked with a chuckle, looking on with interest. She seemed to be a direct contrast to this supposed sister, which he supposed was common in siblings. It was almost like she was perhaps playing matchmaker too. Well, then… ”There’s nothing wrong with not being very social. I used to not be, but that was mainly because I used to live among humans and had to hide what I was… But I’m different now. It’s all a comfort thing, so don’t feel like you have to be pressed one way or another.” Jericho assured almost gently before taking a swig of his water on the table.

”Just don’t be nervous. We’re here to try and become friends, right?”​

Jericho chuckled genuinely, upon being told about overbearing siblings. "Ah, trust me, I know the feeling. I had a younger one. Can't imagine though having a matchmaker like that." In fact, his sister was quite the opposite. Every time he tried to bring home a girl his sister would do everything she could to ruin it for him. Which was a lot. He smirked at the memory. Looking back at the goblin, and upon her comment on her chances he shook his head. "Well, I wouldn't say that..." He leaned on one elbow. "You could certainly get a guy if you wanted. Without your sister's help." Was what he said true? Well, honestly he believed it was. She had to be someone's type, like everyone else in this world. There was a person for everyone he believed, no matter what.

"You're nice. I think I like you. Now-" Suddenly his voice cut itself off, as something disturbed the back of his mind. Now, if he were a normal person, he wouldn't have felt a thing. But there seemed to be a slight 'itch' of sorts due to him being a psychic himself. Formerly an empath, the now psychokinetic teen had vague premonitions about that sort of energy. But he had no idea what it was, or what was going on. All he could think was hey, she is kind of cute...

Blinking for a moment Jericho was silent for a good few seconds. He snapped back into it though, and ran a hand through his styled rusted-copper hair. "Ah, sorry about that. Were you saying something?" He couldn't remember if she did or not. But as his scatterbrain eased, he piped up once more. "Oh! Well uh, I hope to meet your sister some day. She sounds like a fun girl."​