The patting of footsteps behind him made Raph chew the corner of his lip, holding back a shout of annoyance. Did this kid ever know when to give up?

Raphael was just a tad shorter than Seren; that plus the fact that the fae wasn’t even trying to outpace them made it quite easy for the demon to cut off his path abruptly. The blonde eased up on his fervent steps, a cool slow down into a gentle stop to shoot another annoyed glare. [i][color=gold]I don’t get it. I’m just as rude to them as any other person, yet they aren’t giving up. Is this some kinda bet or challenge or something?[/color][/i] Raphael stayed silent, eyeing them curiously, trying to find any hint of a motive behind their actions. Because, of course, there had to be one if someone was being kind to him of all people.

[Color=FAD7A0]"I have wronged you, I have invaded your most exclusive of privacy, and I'm going to make up for it."[/color]

[i][color=gold]What the hell are they ranting on about? What privacy? They just woke me up.[/color][/i] An involuntary twitch of his eyebrow showed his distaste with the whole idea, but Raph quickly realized he wasn’t getting rid of someone this clingy easily. Fine, if they wanted to hang around him, let’em, but he sure wasn’t going to treat them any nicer. Seren would get tired of him. Everyone did.

[color=gold]”Whatever. Do what you want. Just stay out of the way.”[/color] The fae ran a hand through his golden locks with a huff, before dropping it back into his pocket and starting off again back towards the school. It actually was a sort of nice feeling having someone walk beside him non-aggressively, but that was something Raphael wouldn’t admit out loud. He still couldn’t trust this person. The only one he knew to trust was himself, and even that is a shaky concept. His eyes darted back over to Seren, similar to a cynical pup who had been picked up from the pound. Why? Why were they doing this? Raph unwrapped a red lollipop and stuck it in his mouth to chew on out of nervous, childish habit, returning his eyes back to the interesting picture of his feet walking through the grass.

[color=gold]”... Your name. If you’re going to follow me around like a flea, then I at least should know your name...”[/color] He mumbled around the lollipop, averting his gaze in the complete opposite direction. The hell was he playing along with this for? [color=gold]”... Er. Just call me Raph, I guess.”[/color]

[@Metamore]