open;; as the sun sets on the horizon

[Maksimilian Endicott]

School had never been something he personally liked. Growing up, his parents hired him tutors instead of sending him to schools. He was use to the one on one teaching style rather than a teacher attempting to focus on around thirty students at a time. There was really no point in trying to teach a whole class. Students lost interest easily, so they turn to their friends and start whispering, tuning out the teacher. With how he is use to learning, you were forced to focus on the teacher since you didn't have any distractions.

At least classes were over with. He didn't have to go through the annoyance of absolutely no one paying attention to the teacher. All the whispers and snickers sometimes overpowered the voice of his teacher, thus stopping him from knowing what was being taught. Maksimilian sighed, running a hand through his spiked blond hair. His mother never really liked the hairstyle, but it was kind of natural. His hair just wouldn't be tamed, no matter how much hair gel his mother had used to slick his hair back. The angel never cared much for his looks, so it was just amusing to watch his mother fuss over his hair. Though, it also hurt. Hair gel, combs, and his hair just do not mix.

The freshman wandered around the school grounds, enjoying the cooling air as the sun began descending down to the horizon. It was a rather beautiful day out, which irritated him to no end on how he didn't have an outside classes that day. Upon finding a nice grassy clearing in the midst of the garden he was currently wandering aimlessly in, the boy retracted his white feathery wings before flopping down on to the grass. The action would have broken his wings, had he not retracted them. Hollow bones were easy to break, and he often called it a curse during his childhood.

Maksimilian crossed his arms behind his head, cerulean eyes locking on the setting sun. He was probably just going to lay there, watching the sunset, until curfew. That also meant that he was going to miss dinner. Again. Not that he minded. School food wasn't his ideal meal for dinner.

ooc: I really didn't know how to open this topic, so it kind of -really- fails. ouo;;

[Devon]

Devon gave a small yawn as he stepped outside to wander through the gardens. Everyone had spent a long day inside trying to learn things. He didn't find some of the things he learned all too interesting, opting to let his mind shut down until he was called on or it was time to leave. It had been a very boring day overall.

Now, it was time to stretch his legs and enjoy the outdoors. Those that he generally sat with would be surprised to see that he wasn't all ready waiting for them. He had been and gone to and from the cafeteria. They weren't cooking up anything special today.

There were some days when he loved what the cook staff put out. It was almost like home cooking. There were days that they really put effort into their food and everyone was able to enjoy quite the treat. Today was not one of those days. It was a typical, cookie cutter dinner that the demon wanted little part of. He might sneak into the kitchens later on to steal something for the night but for now he was content with his apple.

He glanced up at the sky, seeing the smear of bright colors splashed across the sky. Sunsets were always so beautiful. He almost got entirely caught up in the colors. He glanced down to watch where he stepped so he wouldn't crush any flowers. He was surprised to find a small blond a few feet in front of him. A good thing then that he looked down.

You know, someone could step on you, Devon said, announcing his presence as he stepped forward to loom over the boy. He gave a quick smirk and crunched into the bright red fruit. Why are you laying on the ground? The red head asked, brow quirked as he looked down at the other student. How odd it was to find someone else skipping dinner. So many were more bottomless pits regardless of what magic moved them.

[Maksimilian Endicott]

He could have fallen asleep right then and there. The warm sunlight, even if it was beginning to disappear, was truly something that could cause even an insomniac to drift off into the 'dream world'. His eye lids started to grow heavy, and he would have nodded off just then. The key phrase there was 'would have'. He normally tunes out the world when he zones out like that, but his spot on the ground allowed him to feel the soft vibrations from footsteps. The boy decided to think nothing of it, for it was probably just another student actually going somewhere. Probably to dinner. What were they serving today, anyways? Oh, why did he care? It wasn't like he was going to eat it.

Maksimilian was brought out of his thoughts once more by a voice stating the obvious. From what he could tell without looking at the owner of the voice, it was a male, older than him. He didn't feel like answering, and soon the crunch of an apple found its way to his ears. When the voice spoke again, the blond finally decided to look away from the setting sun and to the taller student who was now looming over him. Well, doesn't everybody want to see some strange demon student with spiky red hair staring at them? If they do, then they're idiots. Narrowing his eyes, the blond just went back to staring at the sun, having absolutely no interest in answering the demon.

Why should he? There was no point. It wasn't like all those parties when he was forced to pretend to look interested in talking with the other person for his parents' sake. All that was for their 'image'. Since they weren't here, he didn't have to do anything. He probably shouldn't think too much and stare at the sun. It was starting to give him a headache, and the sun would probably ruin his vision. The last thing he wanted was to wear contacts. Glasses? Those were out of the question. His parents wouldn't even allow those weird men in black suits that followed them around to wear sunglasses. There he goes again, thinking too much.

But, maybe he should at least say something. After all, the red head--was his hair color even natural?--was a demon and older than him. As a freshman, his powers weren't the best in the world, but the older student would have much more strength. With one more sigh, the blond finally muttered out a cross response. "Why do you care?" Simple as that, even if it was rather rude. Hey, he spoke. His parents wouldn't be happy with how he sounded, but they weren't there to scold him.

[Devon]

The tall demon was a little surprised at the younger boy showing such defiance. He knew the kid wasn't in his grade so therefore was in a lower grade. Devon knew most of the people in his grade and the one above as he had three years to learn at least faces. He didn't give the younger grades that much attention to know majority of underclassmen.

The few younger students he had come across had actually seemed a little afraid of him - most likely due to the spiky hair and tattoos beneath his eyes - and were quicker to answer his questions. He narrowed his eyes at the small blond, his free hand resting in his pocket as he considered the other student.

He gave a small shrug to himself and continued to eat his apple. He considered the blond's question for a moment when he finally gave some kind of answer. I think care is a strong word, He started, emerald eyes glancing down. More ... curious why I almost stepped on you. As if to accentuate what nearly happened, he walked over the boy, a foot on either side of his body as he moved passed.

Devon walked to one of the many scattered cement benches that sat among the foliage. He settled down, making himself as comfortable as possible on a cement bench. He let out a small sigh and looked upward as the heat from the sun slowly ebbed as it sank. It was going to be a lovely night. Warm enough to stay out late if anyone had the guts to sneak out. That wasn't such a bad idea now that he thought of it.

But, that would be later when the stars were the only light to be had. For now, the sun still shown as it lowered in the west. A good sunset on a clear evening was a sight. There is one place better to watch the sunset from if that's what you're doing, kid, The red head said offhandedly, hinting that he knew where the boy should go if he were really interested in watching the day fade away in splashes of vibrant color. Really, there was only one spot good enough to do such justice to such a sight.

[Maksimilian Endicott]

Curious as to why he almost stepped on him? There was no reason to be curious. The red head should just watch where he's going, for you never know what will be on the ground. One day it could be an angel watching the sunset, the next it could be a large, conveniently placed rock, and then the next it could be a pitfall trap. You just have to keep watching the ground and, of course, where you are going.

Maksimilian felt himself tense up as the upperclassman stepped over him. Did he really have to do that? He could have walked around him! It wasn't like it would take too much effort to do so. The upperclassmen probably think they own the place and didn't have to obey the 'laws' of personal space. Well, it was more of the seniors, but that was besides the point. It annoyed the angel, and that was all that mattered to him. He hated being annoyed, even if just about everything annoyed him.

Upon actually caring to listen to what the demon had to say once more, the blond's interest peaked a bit. Oh, why did the red head have to speak of a better place to watch the sunset? He was just getting comfortable where he was... Wait, that was a lie. His back ached, and his neck was straining a bit. The boy turned his head to look at the older student on the bench. "One--don't call me 'kid'. It's Maksimilian." His gaze narrowed as he said this. He hated being called anything other than his name. "Two--where is this 'place' that you speak of?"

ooc: sorry for the fail. D: -has to go eat-

[Devon]

Devon watched the blond out of the corner of his eye. He was a cranky little thing. Also, poorly placed but he couldn't entirely fault the boy. He most likely thought that no one would be out here at this time. Majority of people were going to be eating if not now than shortly. No one really had reason to come out here.

The demon himself rarely came out here on his own. He enjoyed the comfort of his own room. There was plenty there that could be enjoyed. But, a little air now and then didn't hurt anyone. And on such a nice evening it seemed right to come out and snack on his apple.

He took the last bite of the fruit and let his hand drop into his lap. He raised a brow as he was corrected. Okay, Maksimillian, Devon replied, amusement clear in his voice. How irritated he had become being called "kid." It was hardly an insult, especially since he was unaware of the boy's name. Devon, He added, being polite. It was an informal introduction, but what did that matter? They were introduced, had names, and they could move on.

Tossing the apple core over his shoulder into the bushes, the red head stood, stepping over to Maksimillian. I'll show you, He offered, a long fingered hand outstretched to help the blond to his feet. He wasn't just going to give the information out. He had been going there since the middle of his own freshman year. Few people were allowed to know about it even though it seemed rather obvious to him.