The Scenery With a Craving

<div align=center>Evan frowned a little, he wished he could disguise himself, but unfortunately he was stuck like this whether he liked it or not. He'd had countless thoughts of cutting his antlers off since they got in the way so much, but he realized that doing that might hurt a hell of a lot. He knew that blood flowed to them, despite what many thought, the antlers on top of his head were actually warm to touch, there was a pulse in them. Of course that didn't stop him from despising them, every day tasks were almost impossible for him, he especially hated washing his hair and getting dressed in the mornings, his shirt always got caught in them and he'd often spend a while trying to untangle it again. "I've never encountered so many unique individuals ever." He laughed, "I was a strange sight to look at in my neighborhood as a kid, I can't disguise myself."

His ears drooped a little at the thought, it would have been nice to be able to hide his strange features, he'd spent countless hours in hospital as a child being poked and prodded, doctors couldn't understand what had caused it and had merely presumed it was a strange, new genetic disorder he'd developed. They'd never seen anything like it. "You've traveled?" Evan had once been to Spain with his family, but he didn't remember it all that well.</div>

<div align=center>Evan smiled softly, she was right, being here was a lot easier than staying where he'd been, Evan didn't really react to insults all that much, but he really didn't like being insulted, then again, who did? He wagged his tail a little at her words, and laughed, "I think I'd like my antlers, if they didn't get in the way so much that is..." He smiled awkwardly, she'd made him feel a little better about himself, which was rare, Evan seldom felt good about himself, though it wasn't shown all that plainly, most of his emotions were practically impossible to unearth, he was smiley most of the time.

He turned to look at her again, his ears flicking upward, matching the angle of hers. She was interesting, he realized, everything about her was curious, from her tails to the way he spoke, he liked it a lot, and wondered if she was altogether human. The boy seemed enchanted by what she had to say, "really?" He asked, his head tilting to one side like a dog, "what kind of places?" He shuffled forward an inch or so, noticing her shiver, his brow furrowed, "are you okay? Do you need to go and change clothes?"</div>

<div align=center>The boy looked fascinated, he was clinging to every word she said, like an excited child. He had a similar problem to her, though instead of having a magnificent set of tails to be proud of, his antlers generally tore a lot of his clothing if he tried to get dressed too fast, it was one of the reasons Evan preferred button-up shirts to the ones you had to pull over your head, they were far easier for him to put on. Evan was reminded of some of the books he'd read before while listening to her speak, though this was different, Savannah was someone that had actually been there, she'd experienced things Evan could only dream of first hand, he couldn't help but feel just a tad envious. "I'd like to see those..." His voice was a little distant, he was trying to imagine what it might be like, he'd decided he like Savannah, she was like someone who'd just stepped out of a beautiful fairy tale.

Evan lifted an eyebrow at her, and tittered softly. The boy hooked an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side, "it's a shame it's not a warm day," he mused, "then perhaps I would have joined you." He joked, beaming, and shaking his head a little. He ran his other hand through his hair, pushing his fringe away from his forehead, causing it to stick up on end, he didn't even remember if he could swim.</div>

<div align=center>Evan shook his head, he'd always been a sweet boy, he couldn't stand to see other people suffer, it didn't matter who they were. "Perhaps you're right," he returned, giving a lazy sort of shrug, he'd never really thought about it, he blushed a little at the fact that he knew she was right, but he didn't say anything about it. He wasn't all that sure whether to be offended or not, though he decided against it, you could have most likely called Evan every name under the sun, and his facial expression would have remained the same throughout the whole experience. It wasn't that he was emotionless, it was just he was straight-faced more often than not in the majority of situations, but Savannah's mischievous demeanor made him smile.

How foolish. The boy pouted softly, "then I must be a fool, mustn't I?" He asked, a small, impish smirk crossing his features, "or perhaps you've just never known the kindness of a true gentleman," he jested, placing one hand on his hip and laughing. He knew he was too nice for his own good sometimes, but that was just the way he was, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't bring himself to be nasty, though he thought perhaps in the right situation that might be subject to change.</div>

<div align=center>Evan laughed, it was incredibly unlikely that he'd do anything nasty to her, he would most likely only lash out at someone if they did something to someone else he perhaps didn't think deserved it, he didn't really care what happened to himself, he didn't really think about himself all that much. He wasn't so much sickeningly sweet, merely good hearted, Evan did have a nasty side, but you'd perhaps have to do something terrible to ever see it, anger wasn't an emotion he fully experienced, it was unfamiliar to him and was very rarely shown. He laughed softly when Savannah prodded him.

"I know, I know," he mused, shaking his head, "I'm just teasing you." A sweet smile crossed his features, he ran a hand through his hair, he liked Savannah, she laughed at his jokes, Evan didn't really have any friends around the school, so he liked it when he could make people laugh, it was unusual for him that he had someone to talk to for once, and a nice change that he easily welcomed. Most of the time he was too engrossed in whatever he was reading to ever talk to people, though he regretted it most of the time, friends were a virtue.</div>