The 38th of Mia, in the year 81380 Who - http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=991Lothor Nyjyta</a> and http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=5Radin Dragyn</a> What - Purple dingo rabbit sitting around doing diddy peanut Where - Courtyard Lothor pulled his hat down firmer on his head, the rather bright magenta and blue keeping the normally fluffy and eccentric mass of off-blue hairheld down and in place for once. It had snowed overnight, but the sun was warm and the small drifts were already started to melt, leaving bits of paved sidewalk and browned grass partially visible. The rather effeminate arden was curled up on the concrete wall that sheltered the wood bench his feet were propped against. His knees were pulled up, with a heavily doodled upon orange binder held open on the impromptu surface. He'd gotten distracted in the middle of studying, his pencil dangling from the corner of his mouth and his attentions directed towards a quartet of 'dragons hanging around one of the trees. He was particularly interested with the odd assortment of clothing they sported: heavy black pants rife with buckles, chains, and zippers, and their shirts which sported large logos like 'Misfit' and 'Adidas'. Lothor had just come to the conclusion that his age group had an earth-fetish. Although his own 'style' wasn't really much better, with a bright yellow sweater and 'Fish' printed in huge green text accross the text, and heavily beaten jeans held together at the seams by shoelaces and multiple patches. Loth liked bright colors, obviously. Whistling quietly to himself the arden gave up on trying to study for his math class and tucked his pencil into it's little elastic holder on the inside of the cover, intent on getting a little people watching done before his cup of coffee kicked in and he got the usual urge to run off in search of someone to dither around with.
As Radin shuffled along the esplanade that cut through the courtyard, he fidgeted. He rather wanted a cigarette, and he had a pack of his favorite brand in his rear pants pocket. Since he wore his pants rather tightly, he could feel the carton pressing up against him, and every movement was torture. The arden chewed on his lip, before finally plunging his hand into his other pocket and withdrawing a sucker. He tore off the wrapper and rather aggressively shoved it in his mouth, in attempt to distract himself while giving in at least partially to his oral fixation. It was oddly flavored, he noted, but it relaxed him a little. Radin sighed and idly tugged on the hem of his red tee shirt. It was worn tightly, just like his pair of black pants, but both were also worn long. He rather wished his tee was a bit shorter, because he was wearing a rather sexy belt with studs. In a compromise, Radin rolled the front of his shirt and hooked it under his belt a little, even as he continued on through the courtyard, the lollipop still in his mouth. After adjusting his clothes, he still felt a little fidgety, and so he shrugged off his backpack and began to toy with the straps, loosening them a little so the bag would hang lower on his back. Once this was fixed, he then hoisted it onto his shoulders, and found himself with nothing more to distract himself. His sucker was quickly losing its wonderful abilities, and he was about to plunge his hand into his other pocket and retrieve a cigarette. In fact, his fingers began to itch wildly and move towards it, when he suddenly drew up from his walk and peered at a group of pendragons standing idly alongside the courtyard walk. “Gothic" was the word that immediately came to mind, and Radin eyed them from behind his shades. The group was comprised of four pendragons, and they were all wearing dark, baggy clothing with Earthen name brands. He was rather disgusted by this, though he made no outward indication of said emotion. He was popular and had wonderful taste in clothes, but he was not enough of a prick to go out of his way to pester others over their fashion choices. He planned to walk right by them and hopefully never see any of their kind again… at least until lunch, where the lunchroom would be packed wall to wall with these little Earthen groupies. Glancing away from then, Radin suddenly noticed quite a contrasting individual sitting on the courtyard wall. Unlike the four across the way, the arden was brightly colored and wore equally bright garb, and Radin immediately began walking towards him. He had a class to be getting to soon, but he was always up for making new friends… especially cute young ardens like this one. “Mind if I sit here for a minute?" the verdant fellow asked as he approached the small wall, and he pointed towards the spot near the stranger’s feet. His voice was a deep purr, but that was natural for him. “I need to take a smoke break before class," he added, hoping against hope that the other would not be put off by his smoking. The sucker just wasn’t doing it for him and he was going to kick something if he didn’t smoke a goddamn cigarette, and soon.
One lavender and white hand was poised over a particularly worse for wear patch on the knee of his pants, the striped purple and orange shoelace grasped between two fingers as Loth went about trying to find the minute whole it had slipped from. A tiny sliver of pink was just visible poking out from between twin rows of teeth that were obviously meticulously brushed after every meal, and a look of contented focus had settled on his features. It took three deft movements of his hand to fix the patch, with the ends of the shoe lace dangling artfully from opposite corners of the rectangular bit of paisly fabric. Even as he played with the two seperate ends in an attempt to get them fairly even he watched the group of pendragons, watching them huddling together as they passed around cigarettes and a small silver flask that he was pretty sure didn't contain pop. Lothor was debating moving from his spot, the distant sight of a willowly thill emerging from the main building with a steaming styrofoam cup of something that he could clearly imagine as being cocoa or coffee tantalizing his tastebuds to an extent where he could actually taste it. Unfourtunately, he couldn't just hop up as his butt seemed to be firmly frozen to the stone under him. As he was considering whether or not it would be worth skipping his next study period for a trip to the cafeteria, he was distracted by someones voice. Flinching slightly in surprise, the pale violet arden's head spun around, one hand reaching up to hook one thumb under the brim of his knitted hat to get a better view at the 'dragon who had addressed him. "G'head." he replied reflexively, one eye narrowing as the opposite brow rose in an expression of thoughtfulness. He was sure he'd seen this guy before. He didn't know him personally, but he'd seen him around in the halls. His name eluded Loth, something which aggrivated him to no end, but he let it go. "No problem." Lothor said brightly, head tilted to the side. Smoking had never bothered him, unless it was something other than tobacco. Drugs didn't go over well in his books. "What flavor?" he asked suddenly, pointing with his free hand to the sucker stick protruding from the other arden's mouth.
Radin removed his lollipop from his mouth and threw it into a nearby trashcan, before turning towards the other arden. He flashed a rendition of his “mega watt" smile when the other gave him the go-ahead, but before he sat down, he patted his rear, and then withdrew his carton of cigarettes. He pounded it against the palm of his hand and when he’d produced one of the cigarettes, he put the package back in his pocket and withdrew a lighter. He glanced at it as he flicked the wheel, and recognized it as Riot’s. Oops, he thought as the tip of the cigarette began to smolder, and he pocketed the candy apple red lighter and made a mental note to return it to his friend as soon as he got the chance. “Thanks," he said to the other arden as he then sat down, his burning “cancer stick" clenched between his teeth as he shifted and made himself comfortable. He then reached up a green hand, withdrew it, and blew out a thin cloud of smoke. “I’m Radin Dragyn," he added on, turning his head sideways to glance at the brightly colored arden, whose own brightness could rival the Dragyn’s verdant pelt and crimson hair. A moment of silence ensued as Radin glanced over at the wastebasket where he had just disposed of his sucker. He tried to remember what flavor it had been. Awful, his mind quipped, but he didn’t say so aloud. Instead, he shrugged and gave the other guy a smile, before taking a succulent drag on his cigarette, withdrawing it, and tapping the ashes off as he settled his wrist on a knee. “I’m not sure what flavor it was. It wasn’t any good, though. Hm, so what’s your name?"
Loth propped his chin up on his fingers, unable to resist returning the rather vivid smile Radin had shown. The pastel-furred 'dragon wiggled his toes in his shoes, testing them for numbness and pleased when they responded with only the slightest tingle of pins-and-needles. "Lothor Nyjyta." he said in response to the ardens query, readjusting his hat so it sat higher up on his forehead, leaving his line of vision clear. Hearing himself voicing his surname made him wonder what his siblings were up to. More than one of them would probably be harrassing him to get back to his worksheets. With an inward sigh and a tiny smile he gave up on his binder entirely, zipping it closed and giving it a light toss in the general direction of his backpack. The group of 'goth' pendragons had finally begun to disperse, probably to get back inside before the bell rung for their next class, and Lothor found himself without anything to stare at. It wasn't that he was bored, per say, but he needed to keep himself occupied with something lest he wind up getting himself into a funk. Still fantasizing about steaming mugs of caffinated goodness, the arden leaned forward into his hands, chin tilted up as Lothor wondered what had happened to the usual gaggle of birds that lived in the courtyard year-round. "S'you just came out here for a smoke?" he said off-handedly, at a lose for conversation topics and having an intense dislike of awkward silences.
“Never heard of you," Radin said with a small smile, before taking another toke off his cigarette. He made sure to turn his head away from Lothor as he exhaled, blowing the cloud of smoke in the opposite direction. As he did this, he noticed the group of “gothic" pendragons disband, and his ears flicked as he watched them go their own ways. After watching them for a minute, Radin glanced towards Lothor once more. He studied the other arden from behind his shades, and he had to admit that he liked what he saw. This guy had a cute thing going on, and Radin was quite a flirtatious fellow. In fact, he’d flirted up a storm with some thill just a few days ago, and had snared her number. However, he’d almost immediately lost the slip of paper, as well as his interest in the female. Lately, he just wasn’t digging the girls. It had been a while since he’d laid with another arden and he was finding himself much more likely to crush on his fellow males. But despite his being quite the social – and perhaps even sexual – butterfly, Radin did not immediately begin to hit on the violet Lothor. He was a smooth operator, and despite what some thought, he respected others. If he wanted in their pants, he would sweet talk them, sure, and probably seduce them before they knew what was happening. But he’d never do anything they didn’t want. He respected their bodies and their feelings and wasn’t simply some man whore out for the easiest or steadiest screw. “Ah… well, yeah. I’m actually trying to quit, hence the sucker. But it wasn’t working. I’m early in on my attempts, though, so don’t judge too harshly," Radin quipped with a grin. “Once I’m done, I’ve got a class to get to… though I could use a drink before I go. You thirsty?" he asked, subtly indicating the nearby cafeteria. He wanted to say that he’d buy, but figured it was way too early on in the game to say such a direct line.
"Very few have." the arden said matter-of-factly, taking a moment to inspect a new tear in the side of his pants. He was more of a lurker in social groups. He hung around, chatted it up and enjoyed himself, but tended to flit on to the next group of pendragons before he'd had a chance to actually aquaint himself properly with those individuals he'd met. As a result he was more known by appearance than by name, and it was only his teachers and those he considered his buddies who could peg a name to the usual 'purple fur, big ears, yellow shirt' description most gave of him. Nice shades. He mentally commented to himself, idly glancing at the other has he got the distinct 'someone's looking at me' prickle at the back of his neck. The presence of the dark glasses confused him slightly; where they to ward of snowblindness? Was the Radin guy actually blind? Or were they just a fashion accessory and he was just letting his imagination run rampant again? "Why would I judge if you're trying to quit? S'an admirable thing." Lothor yawned, arms stretched out infront of his body as he cracked his knuckles quietly. "And actually, I was just craving a coffee. 'Love to." he piped up, instantly regaining the enthusiasm that had been slowly slipping from him. "I get bitchy when I don't get my daily dose of caffination." he explained, motioning to the empty paper cup curled up in the crook of his tail next to his backpack. "Have'nt quite had enough, apparently."
Hook, line, and sinker, Radin thought to himself when Lothor sounded agreeable to getting a drink. He quickly brushed this narcissistic train of thought out of his mind, however. So far, his intentions were honorable enough. He found the pastel arden to be attractive, and wanted to get to know him. Real thoughts of sex weren’t even being realized; they were just a vague innuendo in the far reaches of his mind. “Yeah… honorable, but tough," Radin said, and he took one last, long drag off his cigarette before pinching it out on the stone wall. He then carefully tossed it into the same wastebasket he had thrown the lollipop into moments before. “Me, I get bitchy without about half a pack a day," he added on, rolling onto their new ‘addictive personality’ conversation. “It doesn’t help that I have a friend that likes to smoke, too. I love taking smoke breaks with her. And now that I’m trying to quit, every time I see her smoke, I want to stick my tongue down her throat and suck the nicotine right back out of her lungs… ah," the male spoke, before trailing off. Perhaps that was too much weird information? Especially considering it made him sound extremely heterosexual, when he was in fact bisexual. Going silent for a moment, the green arden stood, and idly wiped his hands on his black pants. He was tempted to reach out a hand and offer to hoist Lothor to his feet, but he smiled hospitably instead. He was very careful about how he treated others, and how fast he took things. He had quite a lot of experience under his belt – quite literally – and knew how to go about these things. Besides, he was giving himself time to make sure he truly thought this Lothor was good-looking… and at least bisexual. Nothing would work out if he was a straight dude, though Radin had a peculiar feeling that Lothor was far from. He did tend to have good “gay-dar." “Let’s go?" he said after a brief moment, flicking his tail and clicking his teeth together as he made a motion towards the cafeteria. “I just need a bottle of water. I need to hydrate myself," he added on almost like an after thought… as if he was trying to make himself look a little gayer. Even though the tight clothes probably were a well enough indication of his orientation.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Rushed due to time constraints and the fact I wanna get to the art room to have mah teeea @.@ </td></tr></table> Lothor slid from his seat, standing on the bench while he hefted his backpack to his shoulder and flicked his discarded cup into the nearby garbage can. He took a moment to arrange the shoulder-straps to his liking before hoping to the ground, humming a small, repetitive tune under his breath. "I think I'd get charged with sexual harassment if I attempted anything of the sort." he laughed, distracted between their conversation and the small part of his mind that was wondering if they were out of pastries. Coffee was the only thing on his mind now, although if he'd taken the time to slow down and think about the other arden's behavior he might have caught on to what the other was trying to accomplish. Empathy didn't give him insight into other 'dragons' minds, but it did leave him with a decent ability to read the actions of others. Still, all of that aside, he was now in one of his spectacularly happy moods. Spinning around on the heel of his foot he pull off an odd backwards hop in the direction of the building, obviously wondering what the hold up seemed to be. Nearly tripping over untied laces in the process, the pastel arden planted both feet firmly on the ground, his humming turning to quiet 'do-do-do's as he kept himself from fidgeting any more than he already was.
Radin grinned at Lothor’s quip, and was quick to add, “Oh, her boyfriend would kick my ass if I actually did that. He’s my best friend, but… yeah, ha, ha." It was then that the other arden stood, and Radin inhaled as he noted how much shorter Lothor was. Radin was close to six feet tall, and so he had nearly a head on his new acquaintance. Not that this was a problem of any sort, of course. Radin was used to being taller than others, as well as larger in other ways; he was just a well-sized male. In any case, Lothor’s height caused him to grin and think him all the cuter, and he almost wanted to offer an arm as they began to pad towards the cafeteria. At the last second, he decided against it. “So, Lothor, what are you into, besides coffee? What are your trades? I’m training to become a doctor, myself. I’m not sure which medical field I want to specify in, though. I might want to work in an emergency room… though I’ve considered postnatal care, as well. Really different fields, I know."
Lothor readjusted his hat with the air of a pendragon on a mission. Even if that mission was just a short trek to the cafeteria and a jaunt around the ever-crowded tables and line up. He perked up slightly at Radin's comment on his (hopefully) future career, the smaller arden's muzzle bobbing enthusiastically has he discovered a new topic to busy himself with. "Psychology and empathy, but m' mother hopes I'll go back to her for more brain training." he poked a ringed finger against his temple, "Half the family works at the Seirdera Emtsesosa vyj sha Namsulli Omtsurla up in Ajita, so I'm looking forward to working there eventually. Whole families into genetics, medicine, and psyco-stuff. Came over with the more tradition frindges of the heritage." this time he tugged on one of the long pointed ears hanging down from under his hat, one of the hints at his anubian ancestry. "I'm still not sure if I want to specialize in anything, or just be a jack-of-all trades kind of guy, although m' mothers pushing me towards degenerative mental conditions in kioms." he managed to cut himself off there, fully aware that he was beginning to natter on. "'Sides the trades, I mostly hang around and watch either horror or comedy flicks in my dorm." he shrugged slightly, not really able to put 'what he was into' into a single paragraphs. He liked plenty of stuff, sunny days, swimming, visiting his relatives in Auris and Ajita. Simple, corny stuff that tended to make people raise an eyebrow at genericness.
Radin’s ears perked when Lothor began to speak, and though the other had quite a lot to say, he did not lose interest. In fact, he drank in every word with intrigue, finding himself curious about the other’s skills in the field of psychology. So this other arden was going to become a mind doctor, while Radin himself was hoping to become a physician of some sort. They could potentially have a lot to talk about, and could even become friends. This concept caused the green Dragyn to grin, as he hadn’t really entertained that possibility until just now – he’d seen Lothor as an object of pursuit. Upon reaching the doors into the cafeteria, Radin’s thoughts were momentarily brushed aside. He reached out a green hand and opened the door for his violet counterpart, before entering himself. The large lunchroom was choked with people even at this relatively early hour, and almost immediately upon entering, some high-strung thill slammed right into Radin. Instead of getting angry or put out, the male’s hands shot out to balance her and he gave her an “Are you okay?" look, to which she nodded nervously before running off again. “I wonder what her hurry is. Some types just shouldn’t drink caffeinated drinks," Radin quipped, before looking over at Lothor. He hadn’t said much in reply to the other arden’s spiel of interests, but he grinned to show that he would pick up their conversation once they’d gotten away from the loudness and the crowds a bit. There was only one really good place to get good coffee in the cafeteria – everybody knew that – so Radin didn’t consult Lothor before padding in the direction of the particular stand. When he reached it, he stepped into a short line and flicked his tail, watching the dulled burn of his own tail flame from behind dark sunglasses as his new acquaintance drew up alongside him. “Your trades sound really interesting. So do your interests. I like horror movies, sometimes. I remember watching the earthen move Alien when I was a nioti, and I pissed myself. I love comedy, of course, being known as something of a comedian in several social circles around here. As for what else I like to do, I don’t really know. I like to hang out with Cayson Lapices and Riot Stormwing. They’re the pendragons I mentioned earlier. They’re a couple and they’re my best friends… and we share a dormitory and hang out a lot. Sometimes I get a little envious of what they have, and I’ve actually been looking around for a relationship, though I’m not sure I’m ready to get as serious as they are. I don’t know, just a casual boyfriend or girlfriend would be cool right now…" As he finally spoke his sexual preferences aloud, Radin clicked his teeth and looked away from Lothor, to glance at the line. Only two more pendragons were in front of them, and he was already getting heady from the smell of roasted beans.
"Bah. Everyone can drink coffee, some just can't take as much as others. Been drinking it since I was... ack, must been since I was about ten. Had a hectic academic and social life back then." Lothor hummed, peeking around the other pendragons in line to check out the stock of coffee stirrers, napkins, and assorted additives. He grinned to himself, eyes dancing as the arden enjoyed the fact that they still had the good stuff in stock; real sugar, not the fake stuff with the weird aftertaste, and cream rather than just milk. Today was just getting better and better. "Riot Stormwing..?" he repeated, expression blanl for a moment before he nodded. "Ah. I remember the name now. All that stuff with the Graders. Never thought that would die down." Loth sighed slightly, thinking back to the time when nearly everyone was following the case, both via word of mouth and actual media. "Mnh. I had a relationship back at my old school, but he moved away and long distance relationships are almost impossible, especially when you take into account he moved to Bhim. Not exactally walking distance." he said as they shuffled forward, the line picking up as the one 'dragon who'd been taking their sweet time finished and moved off. "We write and call and junk, but we both agreed to end things and just keep the buddy thing going." As they progressed forward his tone became more and more distracted has he began dusting off his hands on the side of his pants, quite intent on the activites of the cream colored arden fixing his coffee. Loth frowned when the individual started using the good stuff on his drink, but relaxed when he moved off after only adding a sprinkle of sugar to his coffee.
Radin couldn’t help but smile as Lothor spoke, especially when he recognized Riot’s name. Yes, the thill had made herself quite notorious through her attack on Koani Grader. Neither he nor Cayson had known her personally then, but despite the odd circumstances, the three of them had gone on to become great friends afterwards. Nowadays, Radin knew that the rift between Koani and Riot was being smoothed out, especially since Case happened to be Koani’s son. However, the public didn’t know that fact, nor were they quite aware of the exact relationship between the Grader and Stormwing camps. It was likely they would find out soon enough, though… find out that Riot’s love for Case was transcending the skirmish between the two thills. “Yep, it’s finally all started to sort itself out," Radin said rather vaguely in reference to the situation, before he latched onto the next topic at hand. “Ah, sorry to hear about your relationship. I’m glad you’re still friends with him, though. I’ve never had a longstanding relationship, and I’m not really close to any of my exes… hm." Finally, they reached the front of the line. As Lothor helped himself to the various caffeinated drinks, Radin waved to the tender behind the counter and requested a bottle of water. When he’d paid for it, he then moved aside and waited for his new acquaintance to join him. He wondered if they would continue their conversation, or perhaps go their separate ways. Radin had a class in a few minutes, but he wouldn’t mind being a little late, not for this cute arden. He wanted to snag a number if he could, even if he just wanted to pal around with Lothor.
"Everything worked out, so it's no big." Loth shrugged, slipping a cardboard sheath onto the cup to protect his hand and snagging a stir stick from a cylinder on the counter. Both himself and Devos had ended up going to the schools they wanted, and it wasn't like they never saw each other. Methodically whisking the dark brown plastic stick in the pale brown liquid he'd mixed himself Lothor significantly calmed down, taking a moment to enjoy the bitter smell of the drink he'd been craving. Although the heavily sugared coffee was still to hot to sip directly, the arden was too impatient to wait the five minutes for it to cool down. Sticking one end of the compressed tube that was the coffee-stick in his mouth he used it has a impromtu straw, enjoying tiny sips. "Which class do you have?" he inquired, taking a moment to let his slightly scalded tongue cool off. He had half an hour before his language arts class would begin (and two papers and a presentation that were due), although in reality he had to start preparing an extra fifteen minutes a head of time; first to run down to his dorm to retrieve the materials he needed, a bit of backpack orginizaton, then the dash back upstairs and to his classroom.
After Lothor had grabbed his drink and begun to sip, Radin twisted the cap off his bottle of water and took his own swig. He then returned the cap and deftly twisted an arm around to put the drink in a side pouch on his backpack, before he absently wiped his damp hands on his black pants and gazed openly at the shorter arden. “I have a biomedicine lecture in about ten minutes. It’s a branch of medical science that deals with our ability to tolerate environmental stresses and variations… such as in space travel. It’s definitely not my favorite class, but it’s interesting, I guess. I should probably get going…" Right at that moment, the arden craved another cigarette, and he cursed inwardly. He was trying so hard to quit. Well, at least he wouldn’t have the opportunity to smoke one before class… unless, of course, he improvised and smoked as he walked, a thing he loathed to do. Grunting, he tried to put his craving aside, and he offered Lothor a toothy smile. “It’s been nice meeting you. I don’t mean to ‘hit on you’ or anything here," Radin said, half-lying through his teeth, “but I’d be interested in hooking up and talking again sometime, Lothor. Shall I give you my number, or could I have yours?"
Biomedicine? Lothors mind flickered back to his home, where his dad was probably stareing at DNA strips right at that very moment, then going off to feed and inspect the newest flitters in his collection. Not something that particularly interested him, but then again he tended to have highly focused areas of interests. "Shall I give you my number, or could I have yours?" Flicking an ear thoughtfully, Loth took his time deciding. He was horribly careful about giving out personal information, although not for reasons of privacy, but more due to his dislike of leaving a 'paper trail'. He loved being able to slip in and out of groups and avoid individuals easily, but Radin hadn't proved himself to be an annoying prick. Setting his cup down on the narrow ledge along the wall he let his backpack slip off one shoulder and into easy reach. He fumbled for a moment, digging through his things until he came up with a pad of neon green sticky notes and a nub of a pencil. Using the ledge as a table he scrawled down a string of numbers and tore off the top sheet. Dropping the pad and pencil back into his bag he offered the paper to the other arden, nodding slightly. "Dorm number and some contact info. Use it as will, just make sure not to show it around. I'm kinda a picky about who has my number and such." he explained, hefting his bag back up to it's previous position on his back.
OoC - Mrr, these two need another thread sometime. BiC - When Lothor took a moment to fish through his gear, retrieve a notepad and pencil, and then scribble down his contacts, Radin tried not to smile. His query had been a ploy – if Lothor had asked for Radin’s number instead of giving his own, he would have known that the other male was not very interested in hooking up again sometime. The fact that Lothor was scrawling down his dormitory number and a few other methods of contact, and giving them to Radin on a sticky note, spoke volumes. Perhaps he wasn’t interested in a relationship – it was entirely too early on to tell – but he was genuinely interested in meeting up again. “Thanks. I’ll give you a call sometime," Radin said after accepting the green slip of paper. He winked and clicked his tongue, and then pondered over what kind of gesture he could make to seem “buddy-buddy" with this newfound friend. He usually hugged his pals, but they were far too newly acquainted, so the verdant Dragyn settled on putting his hand near his eye and pointing a finger at Lothor in an obvious “I’ll see you later" signal. After also adding on a wave, Radin slowly turned away and let a grin spread across his face as he padded from the cafeteria. He’d been physically attracted to Lothor at first, but now he seemed to be a genuinely interesting individual. And it was clearly obvious at this point that he was either bisexual or homosexual, which made him quite an eligible bachelor for Radin’s tastes. Maybe they could go on a date sometime, or, well, just be friends… Radin just wanted to spend some more time with him and get to know Lothor a bit better.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> But of course :3</td></tr></table> Lothor murmured a goodbye and waved to the departing Radin, his freehand collecting the drink from the ledge before it was knocked over by a careless passerby, or he forgot it in his hurry. A quick glance at his watch confirmed that he still had plenty of time to get ready for class; possibly enough to grab a quick snack on the way. He had no regrets about giving Radin his info; he didn't seem like the type to abuse it, and in anycase he was interesting enough to warrant at least another conversation. It was almost a relief to meet someone he got along with. After coming to the Janardan he'd left behind his old group of comrades back in Ajita, and his personality usually meant he was more of a short term entertainment for groups then someone who actually got invited to join in at things like parties and whatnot. But now was not the time for dawdling; if he was late for languages he'd get chewed out yet again, and he had to set up a posterboard and turn in his essays before the class actually started. He could dwell on everything else later. Taking a noisy slurp of his coffee, the arden drained half the cup and set off in a brisk trot, hoping to get to his class before the professor did.
