Layland, then. For some reason Cian had heard the name Richards spoken around the campus but had no idea what it meant. He was never that interested in knowing people. No wonder no one else liked him enough to take a moment of their time on him. And since he never tried to catch another's eye, it was hard to connect at all. When they did manage to look at him fully, they were always so taken aback by his bright, amethyst eyes, and it made him so self-conscious.

With his free hand Cian brushed his hair back, parting it enough for him to see Layland. "That's nice." He muttered quietly. Then it hadn't been made for a male at all. No wonder Layland was so horrified that the bottle was in Cian's possession. "Sorry I... took it... But... thanks for... for the apology." Maybe that was what he'd wanted. A simple sorry for scaring him half to death. But a 'sorry', no matter how halfhearted, didn't ease the bubbling feeling of love, something he just wasn't used to. He didn't know how to handle it. He directed the coin to Layland and lifted it into the air. "There. Ta... Ahem... Take that... Pull your thumb over one side and you'll change it. You... you can use it to impress her naturally... instead of artificially."