Wait, what am I doing here?

Yeah. Lysander answered quietly, dragging his fingers through his hair, fidgeting awkwardly as he remembered the long months after Magena's death, during which he had been and out right mess.

Don't think about it. Magena spoke all of a sudden, dragging him away from unpleasant memories. Focus on the girl. She's interested in you for some reason I really can't begin to phantom. Don't screw it up.

Tsk. Lysander huffed, irritated, at what his sister had said, though I small smile began to appear on his face again.

And no, we are all pretty sure it was an accident. he said, rolling his eyes at the collective clatter in his head, as he began to tell her about the accident Magena and their father had, about him being a complete mess after it, but pulling it together for the sake of his little siblings. And then later, in college, about the Halloween party that had cost him his privacy, and will eventually cost him his sanity; the summoning he and his friends did and how his natural, uncontrolled power summoned the other six souls to him.

So, yeah, like I said-it was mostly an accident. he said, sighing,but still smiling a bit.

Mostly? Lyre huffed, insulted. It was nothing but most definitely accidental, believe me. Non of us want to be stuck here with you either.

For once, the Peacock is right, pup. Garrick huffed as well, bearing the teeth he didn't have towards Lyre.

Peacock? Who are you calling a Peacock, you mutt...

And that was how the fight usually began.

Auch. Lysander said, blinking under the pain of their yelling. Sorry... he muttered, still holding onto his head.

Ah, no, not really. he said, taking a deep breath of relief when Kisha came to his rescue, stopping the fight and healing the pain away. I'm better now. he said, smiling shakily. It's nothing, two of them just started a fight. It happens a lot. he waved his hand, showing that he was okay. And, well, yeah, I guess. he whispered to her previous statement, just as the waiter came back.

Here's your hot chocolate, enjoy. he said as placed a huge cup filled with hot brown liquid and white cream foam on the table, disappearing not a second after before any of them could have a time to say anything. Didn't we order two? Lysander looked down on the cup confused as Magena spoke amused in his head. It's a couples drink. she informed him, her laugher strong in his mind as he started to blush a bit...again.

Ah, yes. Lysander rambled, feeling uneasy. I didn't know any other place we could go to, because, well, most of the other places I know are bars, and well, that's not appropriate for this time of the day, right? Not that I drink, though! he panicked suddenly, realising what he had said. It's just that Garrick...and Rayburn...and Lyre sometimes...insist that I do, and ugh... Lysander stopped, staring blankly at her as panic took over his mind, and he simply sighed in the end. It's a couple's drink. he said, dropping his head to his arms, which were now on the desk, and over his head, trying to hide his blush.

You...There really is no help for you, right? Magena asked, sighing.

Ah, yeah, sure. Lysander said, his heart rate slowing down when he was that she didn't seem all that bother with it, and he leaned towards the drink, taking a carefully sip of the hot drink. Hot chocolate was still one of the best drinks in the whole damn world, he though, looking towards Merana over the table. He wanted to smile, and perhaps apologize from his previous rambling, but, fortunately, he remembered he had something in his mouth on time. Taking one last glup that burned his throat in his hurry, he leaned back into his seat.

It's good, isn't it? he asked, that being the first thing that came to his mind.

For me too. he said, smiling warmly as remembered the last time he drank it, before his expression suddenly fell as he remembered what followed it.

Don't think about it. Magena stopped him immediately, blocking his memories on their way to his consciousness from his brain. Just enjoy your pre-date thing. she laughed, fading away to the background, along with everybody else. For once, they were giving him peace, which made him feel all the more nervous for some reason. His hand tapping nervously at the surface of the table, he just waited for something to happen.

Nothing did. He simply kept tapping, while the girl drank, and he died of nervousness for which there was really no true reason at all.