Joe
Joe matched her eyeing with a polite grin. That was not the reaction he was looking for.
Shoot I should probably change topics. He thought.
“I don’t know. I never liked fish. You can’t cuddle them at all and they don’t live long.” He said nonchalantly. He pulled his hand in, resting it on his lap. He quickly scanned her for things to talk about, widening his scope as his eyes continued to face her's. Now that he looked at her, it seemed as though she had just come from a hiking trip or maybe a short running session. Her body looked tight too. She probably does this often. While examining her, he also glanced slightly at the outside area, his eyes shifting for a sec from the city back to her. There were plenty of shops nearby, mostly for clothes and food.
I already ate and shopping issn’t the most fun thing to do. He thought.
As he came back to the lovely lady, a thought lit up his mind. “Hey, you wana go rent a boat? I don't get many days off and I don’t want to waste this one just because I didn’t have the best start.”
Medaka
Medaka took the cellphone from Ron's hand and promptly started walking. "Alright. Follow me." She said simply.
After a while, they arrived at Irisveail's castle, the snow haired woman who healed her. She hadn't talked to Theodore much but he might have come back here sometime in the months since he was Toe. After all, Toe was the one who brought her here when she was hurt. There had to have been a reason for that. At least, it was the only place she could think of that wouldn't have changed much after all this time.
The place was more or less the same, except it looked as though it had been attacked. Even from the gate, it looked like the place had a few holes in the structure. In the distance, she could see hooded figures in the distance, repairing the castle. It wouldn't have been too suspicious, if it weren't for the fact that it looked like criminals were hanging out in the place, delinquents and thugs that she occasionally ran into around the city. Something must have happened to this place after Irisveil moved out but it was hard to tell if it was good or bad.
The blue haired vampire stood before the gate, gazing softly upon its closed doors. A gentle breeze caused her hair to flutter in the wind. "So, can you smell him?" She said, not bothering to turn around as she spoke.