We are the truth but we are frauds

Ven needed a break.

The young man was dressed, as he always was, in black clothing. His jeans were too-tight and black. His (also black) featured a raven over a pile of roses and a band name that read something something in white. The first part was obscured by a splotch of still-wet paint.

The same paint (black) was splattered across Ven's forehead, his bangs safe thanks to the bandanna (also black) that held his hair away from his face. Though there were dark bags beneath his eyes, Ven was surprisingly alert. He was having a good day; he hadn't had any symptoms, but he knew better than to test it. A coffee would be good, he thought.

Unfortunately, his eyes were not alert enough to keep Ven from walking right out into the hallway infront of someone.

He just barely stopped himself from crashing into them or knocking them over but, for once, Ven was light on his feet.

"oh gosh," he said. "I'm so sorry!"


@Kyrii

"It's my fault," Ven said, lifting up his hands in apology. It was only at that moment that he realized he had dried paint on the back of his left hand; you can guess the color.

Shit, if he'd crashed into her, Ven would probably have gotten paint on her and she was...

She was kind of pretty. Ven wasn't good at determining pretty. His younger brother would point this out. You're more interested in anime girls, Tsun would say. Ven swallowed. It didn't matter if she was pretty or not, though, as long as she was nice, he thought.

"Listen, I was about to get a coffee," Ven said. "Would you let me get you one for almost crashing up into you? Unless you've got other plans already, in which case I'd hate to make you even more late. Er, later. I mean later as in more late, not i'll see you later alligator--I'm going to shut up now."

Ven did his best to recover from his verbal vomit.

She agreed to go for a coffee, which did quite a bit at relieving the redness that creeped into Ven's face with his embarrassment. He nodded and grabbed a rag from inside the room he'd left to wipe the paint off his hands and then shut the door behind him.

"Hello Sofia," he said, holding out his hand. "My name is Thievenne, but friends call me Ven, or Moon Moon. So any of these are fine, but honestly only my mom calls me Thievenne."

His grin while they walked was wide and easy.

"Have you been here at the school long?" he asked.

Her hand was soft and warm and Ven felt a bit of a blush coming onto his face. He shook his head, further messing up his unruly dark hair, and Ven tried not to walk too close to her while they walked.

Although, occasionally, his arm would brush up against hers and Ven would again feel himself blush.

"About the same," he admitted. "It's sort of awkward coming to the school right in the summer time. I know classes are going on, but it feels like it's harder to meet people, ya know?"

As they were quickly approaching their destination, Ven also asked, "How do you take your coffee?"

"Thanks, I hope so!" Ven said. He was surprisingly optimistic and even more surprisingly cheerful. People tended to see the black clothing and assume doom and gloom; Ven was happy to disappoint.

He said, "Right. Two coffees, one how I like my metal and the other like with enough sugar to jumpstart my heart. I'll be right back!"

Ven zipped up to the counter of the coffee stand and ordered both, chatting amiably with the barista before returning to Sofia. He handed her the coffee and took a sip of his own, which had so much sugar it hurt his teeth to drink. Perfect.

"I guess I'm a little disappointed I haven't met anyone quite like me yet," Ven explained. "I mean, I'm....sort of a werewolf, only not really, and I haven't even met a wolf-wolf werewolf yet. Do you know any?"



ooc: Sorry for the delay! I swore I responded to this on Tuesday.