[center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=f7941d]Dakota Brookes[/color] [@WeepingLiberty][/sub][/center]

“[color=f7941d]Don’t worry, I closed the curtains before I went to bed in case you needed something while I was sleeping. You can come out now... How can I help?[/color]”

Joryldin cursed himself for being so hasty and stupid. He barely new this girl, and yet he succumbed to his hunger enough to almost ask her for blood. It was pathetic and disgusting. Like... Like... Like something a vampire would do... He decided to go hungry for today. If necessary, he could ask at a more appropriate time, tomorrow before class. Of course, now he needed something else to tell her. Dakota had already read him like a book the night prior, so he thought for a moment until he came up with something solid. After all, half-truths are a lot harder to discern than lies. 

The fledgling opened his door, and Dakota was met with a soft smile. Joryldin stood straight, though a slight bend in his knees and the way his arm dangled loose at his side gave the impression of a melancholy, relaxed nature that he worked so hard to keep up. Joryldin wore that same comically oversized hoodie, with said hood pulled well over his eyes for her sake. Underneath was a rather nice button-down, contrasted by jeans that looked like they went 15 rounds with Mike Tyson in his prime. He pushed a curl of grey hair out of his mouth and said,

"[color=0072bc]Good mo- I mean, evening... How'd you sleep? Those beds really are something else aren't they?[/color]"