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[h1][color=f7941d]Dakota Brookes[/color][/h1]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=0072bc]Joryldin[/color] [@Jade Blades][/sub]
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“[color=0072bc]G-good to meet you too, Dakota! And here I was s-starting to think that you didn't show up![/color]” Dakota flashed a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of their skull in an apologetic display. 

“[color=f7941d]Yeah, I kind of got a little distracted so I ended up being a bit late. But hey, I’m here now, and that’s what counts.[/color]” The statement had a finality to it, a decisiveness that could only be decided by the person saying it. It spoke to a disregard to the opinion of those around them, caring little for whether they thought tardiness was some social sin or not. In the case of the young looking vampire standing less than a foot away, it seemed the arrival was a source of relief for the boy.

His eyes lit up despite the heaviness behind them, a smile contrasting the depressive cloud that clung to his aura. Dakota might not have known Joryldin’s full story, but such a reaction was enough to kick the older sibling mode into high gear. For as much care as they put into the twins back home, what was a little more for someone who needed it.

“[color=0072bc]We can get set up in our dorm and chat later. For now, what do you want to do first? The party’s still going strong.[/color]” Dakota was quick to pick up a few mannerisms right out of the gate. The way Joryldin spoke, the words he chose to use, were far from the overly sophisticated patterns Dakota had come to expect from vampire kind. A small feeling pulled at their gut, whispering a single thought in the back of their mind.

[i][color=f7941d]You used to be human… didn’t you?[/color][/i]

The thought was pushed away as it was none of Dakota’s business, if Joryldin wanted to share then he would. If there came a time where the information became important, there was no force that could keep Dakota from learning what they needed to know… But now was not one of those times. Instead, the mage’s nose drifted higher into the air, sniffing in short incriments.

“[color=f7941d]I don’t know, but something smells delicious and I am starved. Suppose it wouldn’t be a good party without some decent food, let’s go find some.[/color]” Dakota’s excitement shifted once again, moving away from their partner to pull them back in the direction of the crowd. It was difficult to say what it was exactly that Dakota smelled, but it was enough to get their mouth watering like a Pavlovian dog.