"Hey there, handsome" Dakota remarked to the pointy-eared boy, in a notably lower tone than he'd been using prior. He ignored the timid boy sitting next to him, who continued to sit there with a look of perpetual confusion on his face. He was probably autistic or something. The pointy-ear boy was sprawled on the couch looking generally attractive, with a notepad on his lap in which he no doubt wrote intelligent and philosophical things, when Dakota got his attention. Dakota stood there with his hands on his hips, lipstick-covered lips puckered slightly, taking in the boy's stately form. He loved the way some of the boy's hair covered up his eyes, making him look about 400% cooler. Finally he spoke up again. "You look like you're up to mischief. I do like a troublemaker. You know my name but I didn't catch yours..."