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[imgright]https://i.imgur.com/rrSh3zA.jpg[/imgright][imgright]https://i.imgur.com/xMCxoEw.gif[/imgright] [align=center]▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄[/align] [list][list][list][list][list][color=#5b550e][size=11] Demitri could feel eyes on him. It was a sensation he was both sensitive and accustomed to having been in prison before. After the experience of being homeless, he always made an effort to ignore the disdainful looks from others. There was nothing the looks on their faces could tell him that he did not already know. Here he was, day one of a new school and already he could feel such glances on him. He pretended it wasn’t there until he couldn’t. A male sitting near him cleared his throat, in a stern sound that made Demi pause. Everything within Demi tensed up, as though he anticipated that he wasn’t going to like what was about to happen. He closed his eyes, briefly preying that he wasn’t about to be treated like dirt on some haughty kid’s shoe. In high school, he was beloved- popular…but things had changed since then. Well- everything had changed since then. He was on the other side of the coin now. He couldn’t sit outside a café or even a library without being asked to leave. People did not see him as a sad puppy with nowhere to call home. They saw him as some low life that only took advantage of people and businesses, or as someone who refused to take responsibility for themselves and their actions. Demi supposed he couldn’t blame them- he looked the part and usually that was the case for a lot of homeless people. Yet the whole ‘new you’/ ‘new start’ speech was quickly washing down the metaphorical drain. He supposed it was stupid to think it was that easy. He had just sat down and already he was feeling judged. Demi glanced up at [b]Lindel[/b] seeing two furrowed brows and a disapproving look pointed in his direction. Instantly, Demi was on the defensive. His mouth pulled into a thin and impatient line, and his golden eyes narrowed. A gesture that hurt with his face still irritated from the bruises. His gut instinct was to fight, and well- he had something of a record when it came to getting into fights. His hand slowly bundled into a fist, and even with the swollen and bruised knuckles, he kept it tight and ready. Demi watched as the other slowly set down his utensils as if he couldn’t be bothered to eat with Demi sitting before him. The scrunched expression of censure [b]Lindel[/b] had for how Demi ate was mistaken for how [b]Lindel[/b] saw Demi as a person. It was a dire moment of nonverbal miscommunication that would ultimately spark a hostile response from Demitrius. [b] “Yes, Excuse you.”[/b] Demi snapped quietly.[b] “It’s Demitrius. Not that you really give a sh-t who I am.” [/b] This time it was Demi’s turn to set down his utensils. He looked over at [b]Lindel[/b]’s plate nothing the odd combo of soup and iced coffee. A strange combination of food, but from the iced coffee alone Demitri assumed the male before him was pompous. [b]Lindel[/b]’s well-kept and painted nails didn’t help in that assumption either. [b]“Who asks for name like that anyway?” [/b]he scoffed.[i] “Excuse me, who are you?[/i]” Demi rolled his eyes. [b]“Pretentious d-ck. What? Do you have a problem with me sitting here? Do you own this table? Huh. [b]Lindel[/b]?” [/b] Demi huffed quietly, trying to calm himself down with a drink of water, but it didn’t work as well as he had hoped. He was anxious, and at the moment in a very insecure place. It left him snapping at those who were likely just earnestly trying to get to know him, when after so long he assumed the worst from people. It didn’t help that just the day before he was ganged up by a group of local thugs and robbed. Naturally, Demi had fought back, leaving him with the current bruises and swelling he was sporting now- but he had refused to use his magic on account that he was afraid of doing something he’d regret. He couldn’t take on 6 people and lost that particular fight. The result of which left him extra defensive, even in the face of a small male like [b]Lindel[/b]. [b]“Look kid, I think I can handle what I shove down my throat. As much as I’d love to prove it to you- I’m not in the mood. If you don’t like it, then you can move.” [/b] [/size][/color][align=center]▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ _________[b]**OPEN FOR INTERACTION**[/b]_____________[/align] [align=center] [size=16.5][color=#888888]||[/color][/size]ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ :: Cafeteria [size=16.5][color=#888888]||[/color][/size]ｃｏｍｐａｎｉｏｎ :: Lindel + Everyone in the cafeteria. [size=16.5][color=#888888]||[/color][/size] ｍｏｏｄ :: Defensive a little uneasy [size=16.5][color=#888888]||[/color][/size][/align][/quote]

(yay! we killed the thread! razz )

((Oh that...))

((;_; Dun kill the thread; I'm still here... here... here... ))

OOC:It was probably everyone having to click 'refresh' over and over that stopped it, not us.))

azreal looked up and let out a low purr, he said from his spot near elana,

"Sure, I'll take one. I'll take it back to my room"

OOC: I've gotta go for a while, so see you later.

Dracos whipped up a peach and strwaberry smoothie in the blender behind the counter, then handed it through the slot to AF Mas, who trotted off with it.

((OOC: Seeya, Af!))