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[indent][indent][color=745449]Had he been a lesser man, Avem might've blanched, losing colour upon his usual golden parlour in being caught completely off guard by some left field comment that'd invoke laughter or disfavour, or both. Had he been any other child of the Gods, he might've appreciated her candor and responded in kind: cheeky head tilts, lopsided grins flashing teeth and tongues waggling in mirth and lewd promises upon the silken pout of his wicked mouth gaped wide and coloured red in wine and cherries. Avem could be all of these and more, a shimmering, perpetual sin twined in threads of fate that corded him to Dustyn and Kelsey respectively in hues of mauve and vermillion. Instead, he laughed, a charming chortle of deep appreciation to her attempt in shattering that proverbial shell of ice that could've ruined their potential impressions. Though, Avem knew well enough of his roommate now from his own discerning glance over her school files, if she knew, what would she think? Would he be painted as resourceful as his mother quoted often in honeyed words filled with falsity, or would she pale in colour and label him something -- as Lyra would utter -- [i]creepy.[/i] Marbled blue dashed from one and onto the other and his arms wove across his chest, brass adornments clinking together, vein laced forearms dusted in a hue of gold and lips donned in a smirk.

If these two were as closely knitted as he perceived, then Avem felt the premonition of having to keep on his toes at a near constant whilst they were around one another. They were dabblers in all things carnal and provocative in drink and song, loose morals and harpy wit, the kind of jovial experiences Avem could relate to, but only upon the fringes of his eternal sense of self-control. In small doses, he envied them. Dustyn was the kind of woman with lipstick upon her teeth all red and smudged in kisses, swollen lips and wild eyes painted in wings of black with scars that mapped an unhinged tale. She was attractive in abandonment and he speculated on her influence over Kelsey then -- did she allow herself that same wilderness? [i]What am I getting into.[/i]


	[color=#e0d8b0]"Well, Ms. Fart Joke,"[/color] he teased, bequeathing Dustyn with a cheerful quip, all humour, and inclinations towards her breed of comedy. [color=#e0d8b0]"I'm here to actually meet her,"[/color] Avem provided, his glance panning high and low at a leisurely scan of her profile. The way Dustyn introduced her had his male appreciation scrolling her over in a double take before he grinned, hand proffered.

	[color=#e0d8b0]"Avem Vogel."[/color] He greeted in cooling tones. [color=#e0d8b0]"I've already moved into the apartment, perks of living here pretty much."[/color] His simper tweaked at that, a miniscule forge of bitterness at the reality that Avem had never been off Academy grounds, had never graced the world beyond the barrier shimmering abroad like a cage; beautiful and embellished, but [i]confining.[/i] His breath whistled in a sigh, hands and posture lax to shake her hand. 

	[color=#e0d8b0]"But, if you want, I can help you move your things in too."[/color] Hera had raised a gentleman, afterall, and thus he pointedly gestured to her duffel bag.[/color][/indent][/indent]
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