Gao
[sad jester jingle noises]
Interactions:
Persephonified
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Spencypoo
He wondered if Persephone was her actual name, or if she picked it herself but decided not to ask. Not like it would matter anyway.
When Grayson heard someone else sit at the table he glanced up, eyebrows raising slightly at this new female. She didn’t even have to say anything before Grayson knew something was off about her. A rough edge, something improper and brash.
This was Central. His roommate. A demon. A... female. The same one the head mistress had warned him about.
“Your roommate.” Grayson answered coldly to her question of who he was. His tone was edged with the first annoyance he had felt since departing the carriage. He flipped the page of his novel doing his best to try and ignore the arrival of Central, to no avail. Central seemed determined to wreak havoc. He listened to the little dig the demon threw at Persephone about her name, taking a moment to figure out the correlation with Dracula and the girl. He blinked.
A vampire. The pink haired girl was a vampire.
He now felt a little vulnerable sitting with both these supernatural beings. Maybe he should’ve double thought picking this table to sit at. He tried not to let that nervousness show, remaining glued to his book as if it were the most interesting thing on earth. Central was instigating, and he was going to do his best to not give her the satisfaction of a reaction. While he listened to the two exchange words, he wondered how old Persephone actually was.
He wondered if Persephone was her actual name, or if she picked it herself but decided not to ask. Not like it would matter anyway.
When Grayson heard someone else sit at the table he glanced up, eyebrows raising slightly at this new female. She didn’t even have to say anything before Grayson knew something was off about her. A rough edge, something improper and brash.
This was Central. His roommate. A demon. A... female. The same one the head mistress had warned him about.
“Your roommate.” Grayson answered coldly to her question of who he was. His tone was edged with the first annoyance he had felt since departing the carriage. He flipped the page of his novel doing his best to try and ignore the arrival of Central, to no avail. Central seemed determined to wreak havoc. He listened to the little dig the demon threw at Persephone about her name, taking a moment to figure out the correlation with Dracula and the girl. He blinked.
A vampire. The pink haired girl was a vampire.
He now felt a little vulnerable sitting with both these supernatural beings. Maybe he should’ve double thought picking this table to sit at. He tried not to let that nervousness show, remaining glued to his book as if it were the most interesting thing on earth. Central was instigating, and he was going to do his best to not give her the satisfaction of a reaction. While he listened to the two exchange words, he wondered how old Persephone actually was.