He laughed at that question. It was strange for someone to ask that. "Guess I was rised to treat girls the right way. Plus, no one likes douche bags like him." Flashing her a smile, he looked out outside Dalton was still there. It was hot out today, well to Ty at least, so he really didn't want to start anything but if he didn't leave he would.
Ava showed the beginnings of a small smile. "Yeah, I guess." She noticed him looking at Dalton. She sighed. "Is he still there?"
Antoine raises a brow at Michaelo. "Do that I cut you." He says, smirking a little. It was true, he was the last of his species. Didn't mean he wanted scientists cutting him open.
"I wouldn't slice you open like some barbarian," Michaelo said with a roll of his eyes. "I have scanners that do the job just fine, thank you."
He shrugged. "Doesn't mean I like people inspecting every inch of my body." He rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his drink.
"But that's how you learn," Michaelo protested. "Humans did it for thousands of years before they figured out as much as they did, and they still don't know everything."
Antoine shakes his head. His sister's screams echoing in his head. Pain flashing through his body. "I've been tested on enough, thank you." He mutters.
Atticus looked at this siren like he was insane. That made no goddamned sense to him. "What the fu… you must be messing with me. You have to be messing with me." His confusion quickly turned to anger.
"You nasty piece of shit! You think this is some sort of game?! I'm out here searching for a cold-blooded murderer and you think you can run me on a sort of goose chase?!" He was beginning to yell as he stood up abruptly, knocking things off the table in his rage-like state.
(lol I've never actually written Atticus this angry before. this is fun. idk what's gonna happen, but it's fun)
"Alright, alright, I understand. I won't pull your tail," Michaelo laughed, his own thick, snakelike tail flicking into the air to make a point
Antoine raises a brow. "Huh." He smiles a little and flicks his hair from his face. "Nice tail." He chuckled.
"It's like having a third hand. Very useful," Michaelo hummed, preening a little at the compliment
He smiles. "Nothing special here. Other than I can harden my skin, making scales and wings." He shrugged. "Honestly the wings get in the way at times."
"Really? Like a dragon? Or a wyvern?" Michaelo asked excitedly. He knew a creature like that, a shapeshifting spirit named Coatl. They were a sort of…long, rainbow dragon
"Dragon." He laughs at the others excitement. "It's rather nice." He smiles at Michaelo. He was beginning to like the male.
"So you're a dragon?" Michaelo asked. "I haven't seen a dragon in ages," he said with a wide smile
"Half breed, but yes." He smiles at the others excitement. He runs a hand through his hair. "It's a lot of responsibility… But… Being the only one isn't to bad."
"Oh, don't worry. Being the last of your species, or the only member of your species is usually not that bad. Why, my brother is the only dream demon you'll find. His name is Luno," Michaelo hummed
He chuckles softly. "I suppose." He hums, relaxing as he takes a drink. He was so tired.
Michaelo had finished his coffee already, and due to the insane amount of shots he had ordered, he was back to his normal spaz of a self. "So where do you live, Antoine?" he asked curiously
He laughed at that question. It was strange for someone to ask that. "Guess I was rised to treat girls the right way. Plus, no one likes douche bags like him." Flashing her a smile, he looked out outside Dalton was still there. It was hot out today, well to Ty at least, so he really didn't want to start anything but if he didn't leave he would.
Ava showed the beginnings of a small smile. "Yeah, I guess." She noticed him looking at Dalton. She sighed. "Is he still there?"
"Yep. Why is he so hooked on you?" He looked at her, she was cute, but still he shouldn't act like that. He went back to drawing. My shift is coming up soon, I'll have to hurry this up.
"Not far. Maybe a five minute walk." He replies, Dow the rest of his drink. He hums and licks his lips. "You?"
Atticus looked at this siren like he was insane. That made no goddamned sense to him. "What the fu… you must be messing with me. You have to be messing with me." His confusion quickly turned to anger.
"You nasty piece of shit! You think this is some sort of game?! I'm out here searching for a cold-blooded murderer and you think you can run me on a sort of goose chase?!" He was beginning to yell as he stood up abruptly, knocking things off the table in his rage-like state.(lol I've never actually written Atticus this angry before. this is fun. idk what's gonna happen, but it's fun)
Avery gave him an cold glare "Calm down AngelBoy" his glare seemed to get icier "If i need to i can make you calm down." Avery threatens, rage sparkling in his cold eyes
"Not far. Maybe a five minute walk." He replies, Dow the rest of his drink. He hums and licks his lips. "You?"
"Very, very far," Michaelo responded. "Like a five minute teleport, if you're using public teleportation systems."
He chuckles a little. "My, my." Antoine looks at his empty cup and sighs softly, leaning his head back as he does so, trying to relax.
Michaelo hummed in agreement. “It’s a very long ways away, but it’s rather nice. I don’t mind having to teleport everywhere.”
"Teleportation is quite simple for me." Antoine shrugs. "Wings makes things easier."