Daniel at this point was thoroughly intrigued. His hands had remained clasped this whole time, but his grip was tighter now, so much so that his knuckles were blazing white with pressure.
"I am taking good account of all things you say, informer. What I'm really interested in now though is just how he ascended into this powerful ah "
"Dictatorship?" The cloaked man inquired, figuring out the word for him.
"Fucking Econ...." He grumbled to himself.
The poor highschooler didn't even have any friends to help him with his loneliness. Besides his good looks and likeable personality, he was painfully shy and only had a few friends. And those few friends happened
"Guess I won't be taking a bath before bed tonight..." Skye mumbled to himself, but Cyan still heard him.
"You can still take a bath. I feel bad for barging into your home like this, so you can just forget that I am here." Cyan offered.
"Feeling bad for barging into my home? He BEGGED me to take him with me. And forget that he's here?? How can I forget about a mermaid in my bathtub??" Skye thought as he scratched his head nervously.
"Its important for you humans to stay clean, right? I heard they sweat a lot. Pl
A clean cut man made his way through the heavy doors of the tavern, standing out greatly from the rough crowd in its walls. He was tall, strong built, with auburn hair and bright green eyes. His ears held a slight pointed edge to them, and along with the light leather armor he wore, he would have stood out greatly amongst a crowd of beings such as yourself. No, the situation was quite the opposite, he was the most normal.
Around him demons brawled, some with bizarre, fantastic bright colored hair and eyes, others completely black and white from their skin to their eyes. They were either brawling and knocking over furniture or blissfully and drunkenly unaware of their surroundings and slurred out old bar tunes. The man's presence went unnoticed.
He made his way past the unsightly crowd to the back of the tavern -- where booths remained empty -- save for one monochromatic woman smoking idly; breathing out orange and blue smoke that w
"5:30..." He read to himself.
"It should be open," the young blonde said as he turned to the boy next to him.
"Good..." Cyan said as he rubbed his stomach. Skye stared at the smaller boy; he was developing a habit of doing this. He couldn't help himself, he was just so fascinated with the boy from the sea.
The sun was getting lower in the sky, causing the leaves from the tree in Skye's front yard to scatter shadows all over Cyan. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about how lovely Cyan looked at this moment. Skye's mind then focused on Cyan's new shirt.
When Cyan first met Skye, he, of course, had no clothes with him. Unfortunately for the both of them, Skye's clothes were too large for Cyan. The surfer decided to dig through his garage for old clothes, and he found a few shirts that he had worn in junior high school. However, Skye was unable to find pants, so Cyan had to wear Skye's baggy swim shorts with the drawstri