Name: Kanon Adair
Age: Appears twenty
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Name: Aerin Hosteler
Age: 'Roughly' nineteen.
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Kanon walks down the streets silently. He's wearing a light tan Yukata. His hair is down to just above his shoulders. He sees the bus he needs to get down town at the corner and hops on it quickly. He pays the two dollars and picks a seat in the back. He sees a red-headed boy and eyes him appreciatively. He shifts in his seat, making himself comfortable, as he watches the boy.

The young man was buried in a novel, a heavy book bag sitting by his feet. He'd either just come back from classes, or was going to evening or night classes, as his uniform was one and yet askew, jacket unbuttoned, part of his collared shirt unbuttoned, and his tie was loose. Quiet music hummed from both his throat and his ear phones as he scanned the pages of the novel, though he looked about half asleep and just as much interested in the words. He didn't even bother to look when the other man sat, either unaware of his presence, or simply just not caring.

(I so winged my first post. XD And yay! I get to use my other vampire!)

He watches, amused. He glances at the title of the book and grimaces. "Ugh. Killer..." he mutters, under his breath. He shakes his head, and pulls out his own music, scrolling through until he finds Disturbed. He settles on Mistress, contently. The only thing he took away from his 'brother' of sorts was his varied musical tastes.

After a while, the boy obviously got so bored with the book he was almost asleep. Content with his reading, it was lost into the confines of his backpack among other books, papers and folders. A sketchbook was produced shortly after, then a pen was dug for and found, before he resettled in his chair and flipped it open.

The book itself was instead filled with words, some lone, some in lines, some making little pictures in corners. Occasionally random doodles, obvious having been productions of mindless page-staring. Swirls and squares and eyeballs, anything he could doodle while thinking of the next line, next poem. Or just trying to relax.

Kanon keeps eyeing him, deciding not to bother him. He glances out the window boredly. He fiddles with the music until he gets to Within Temptation. He hums along, contently. He fidgets after a bit, bored. He looks at the boy again, watching what he's writing.

It was a mish-mash of words, 'There, round the bend. Seen before, a dove.' He didn't seem to be trying to actually write anything in particular, just writing the words very slowly and concentrating on the way the letters turned out. Then something brought him pause, his hand stopped, and his eyes tilted up to look over at the man. This was followed by a thin brow beginning a rise towards his hair line.

Kanon grins at him, a semi-cocky grin. "'Ello, dear. How're you?" He leans against the seat, pulling his headphones out. He tilts his head, amused. It seems he's used to using humor to get out of pissing people off. He turns his iPod off and stuffs it in his pocket.

The boy continues to stare at him for quite some time, then, as if in slow motion, pulled his own headphones off, turned off his MP3, and tucked them away. Followed quickly by both his pen, and his sketchbook. Once everything was lost in the abyss, and he was thusly satisfied, did he look back up.
"I had music on. What?"

Kanon chuckles, a low throaty sound. "'Ello, dear. How're you?" he repeats. He runs a hand through his hair, shaking it out. "I'm Kanon," he mutters, deciding to be polite. He fiddles with his hair, absently, almost in a nervous gesture.

"...Hi," he continues to stare at him as if he's grown a second head. "I'm...fine, I suppose. I'm Aerin," he shrugged nonchalantly, before settling back in his seat. "You're staring awful intensely. Can I help you with something? Do I know you from somewhere?"

(He's so out there. And a puss sometimes. XD)

Kanon nods. "Would you like to know me?" he asks, flirtatiously. He sits back in his seat as well, thinking. He's already growing to lust the boy. Not like, or love, no. Just lust. That's all he ever did anymore.

(It makes me rofl. x3)

"Somehow I don't think my virtue would let me," he deadpanned. The comment was followed by again digging in his bag, a pause, then a look out the window at the street sign. "My stop is soon in any case."

Kanon grins. "Virtues are fun to nom on," he states, amused. He shrugs. "Fine, wanna give me your number or something? We can meet for coffee." He pulls out a small notepad and pencil.

"Nom on, right." He rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag. The next stop the bus came to, he stood up for. "Sorry dude, I'm not into..." He motioned at him. "Uh, hatori."

Kanon chuckles. He nods. "All right." He says this while formulating a plan in his mind. He slips the notebook away calmly.

"...Right," He seemed a bit perturbed, and when his stop arrived he stepped off and started down the street and away.