I'm bored... so O/O anyone? (Doing O/O with Cloudy)

(That's totally cool—I'm in the process of catching up on homework and college applications anyways, so I'll be popping in every now and then. At some point in the next few hours I need to go to the store, and then visit my grandparents, so I have no clue how active I'll be from now to then. )

Quin chuckled a little at his perceived awkwardness, finding it endearing in spite of himself. His eyes flicked to the coffee shop that the man was gesturing towards, and he had to bite back another laugh upon seeing it was the place he'd just left a half hour earlier. "Sounds good," he said, figuring the guy was just cold. It would make sense, considering it seemed to be his favorite conversational topic so far. Maybe once they entered the man would actually tell him who he was. He let him take the lead, sticking close to his side as they walked.

(It's cool lol, whatever works)

Quin, too, noticed the scared faces, and he looked to the man with confusion evident on his face. Okay, so maybe tax evasion isn't the issue here, he thought. He looked to the barista, who was still staring with wide, terrified eyes at his companion, then back to the man. He shrugged. "I'll have the same," he replied, deciding to spare the barista any more unnecessary fear by stepping up the counter himself. He could tell by the flash of recognition in her eyes that she remembered him from earlier, and he was glad she didn't remark on it. "Extra marshmallows, please," he reminded her with a wink. Despite her internal conflict, she flushed slightly as she scrambled to get their drinks, nearly forgetting to collect his payment. While she got their drinks ready, he turned back to the man he'd walked in with. "Maybe I've been living under a rock or something," he said. " 'Cause it looks to me like you have a reputation around here."

(No problem! Hope you have fun!)

The hunter frowned a little. " 'The High Devil of Corpsis'? Sounds vaguely familiar, but you were correct in guessing that I'm not human. …Not entirely, anyways. And as for my family, neither of my parents have been killed. Or not my mom, at the very least," Quin responded, the words becoming a bit mumbled as his sentence wore on. He didn't feel like mentioning that the majority of his friends were either very not-human or murderous when it came to dealing with non-humans. As for himself, he fit in between the two categories very snugly, in his opinion. Shaking his head slightly to disturb the flood of thoughts, he glanced at the barista to see she was done with their drinks and looking between the two with quiet trepidation. "Thank you very much young lady," he said, bowing his head gracefully and retrieving their orders before she heard something potentially dangerous. "Let's sit down," Quin told The High Devil of Corpsis—was that his real name?—gesturing to an empty booth and handing one of the hot chocolates (the one with noticeably less marshmallows in it) to him.

(Ouch, sorry—I totally missed your last response! This'll probably be my last for a couple of hours, but I'll try to respond when I get back.)

Quin watched him carefully, leaving his own drink for the time being. His chin rested on his palm as he tapped his fingers on the table, clearly waiting for the other male to say something first. Sensing his hesitation, the half blood straightened in his seat and began messing with his hair. "So, just to recap," he started, just as he pulled the hair tie out. It quickly fell into its natural parting, albeit messily, flopping across his forehead in ringlets of black. He shook his head, attempting to straighten some of the stray pieces, and combed through it with his fingers it as he spoke. "We're here because I decided to be my nosy self, and then stuck around for the grand reveal of you being some sort of High Devil? No disrespect," he added, smiling softly and holding a hand up as if anticipating protest. "But I don't understand what your title—or name?—means. Demons I've dealt with, but unless 'demons' and 'devils' are the same exact thing, then you're something I've never dealt with before. Besides, you don't strike me as a lowlife demon—those guys are pretty single-minded," he explained. "Not to mention complete hedonists." He swept his hair to the side, where the strands reached to his jawline, and leaned forward intently.

(By the way, I finally created an actual character page for Quin, if you wanted to take a look at it: Quincey Jay Martin)

(Oops, I fixed it!)

Quin was quiet for a moment, digesting what he'd been told. So I was right, he thought. I've never dealt with his kind before. He head snapped back up from where he was staring at his hands when he heard The High Devil's question, then grinned. "Is this your way of saying I make my nightly activities a tad too obvious? Not that I usually hunt at night, but you get my drift. To answer your question, no. I've never been able to kill a demon, but I've met a couple," he explained, finally reaching for his drink. After a couple of thoughtful sips, he added, "I'm not allowed to kill one of them, since he's the godson of one of my superiors, and supposedly a big deal. I guess he can be pretty helpful whenever his godfather makes him do something he doesn't want to.The other one's his friend, but I'm not allowed to kill him either because his son is my friend, and he called already called dibs." Quin shrugged, taking a final sip before asking, "So what qualifies as enough sin to condemn a person? Asking for a friend."

The half blood's eyebrows furrowed. "So supernaturals get a free pass? Odd. But I guess that's where people like me come in. And as for the demon encounters, I've been pretty lucky. Where I live, which is not here, by the way, nearly all of the demons have been slaughtered by something. What, we have no clue, but the remainders have banded together to form their own 'Council of Demons'. The two I mentioned before are in it, with I think…" He trailed off, counting on his fingers. "At least four others that I haven't met." Quin paused at the mention of "others," but decided against that question in favor of another. "Is it because you can control other devils that you can't control demons? How exactly does that work? If you don't mind my asking."

"Makes sense," Quin remarked, reaching for his drink again and glancing around the mostly vacated coffee shop. It seemed as if most of the customers had fled, some even leaving their drinks for the shaky employees to clean up after. Checking the clock confirmed his other suspicion—it was near closing time. By the look on the employees faces, however, The High Devil of Corpsis and him weren't going to be asked to leave any time soon. At least they seemed to be minding their own business. The hunter looked back to The High Devil, having had a chance to recall any mentions of the council. He probably shouldn't say anything, since it could get him in trouble with the shadow castor, but since when had he cared about being in trouble with the leader of the hunters, anyways? "All I know is that they disappeared mysteriously after a particularly rough couple of years. They used to have a complete hierarchy, according to the godson of the shadow castor, but demons kept going missing and never turning up again. Not even the hellhounds were able to sniff them out, so they were presumed killed. At first they thought it was the hunter organization, but our technology wasn't advanced enough to kill demons very easily at that point. And when their king disappeared, many of them scattered, scared of being next. None of the remaining demons wanted to be king, which I know is uncharacteristic, coming from them, so they agreed to joint leadership." He sighed a little. "Either way, it wasn't an obvious thing. The hunters didn't even notice until the shadow castor's godson showed up to complain."

(That's fine—I have school tomorrow, anyways, so if I'm on at all during the day, then it's because I'm procrastinating something)

"Perhaps," Quin mumbled thoughtfully, thinking of all the problems that those specific demons had been the root of. His eyebrows quirked at the insinuation of the older male's words, a grin slowly taking form on his face. "Something or someone?" he teased, standing from the booth and following the other's lead again. "Although that does bring me to my next point—we've established that I'm not human and that I'm a hunter in a different city, but other than that, I think I know much more about you than you, me. How about a game of questions? I'd say twenty, but I always lose track."

(Bump, since this maybe slipped your mind)

(Okay, no problem lol. I'm just not going to be able to post a whole lot tomorrow or Thursday since my college applications are due and I gotta make sure everything is together!)

Quin nodded in agreement, smiling to himself as he listened to The High Devil's question. The smile only grew at his companion's implication, and he couldn't help the laugh that slipped from his mouth. "Have I ever dated any guys, you mean? There's easier ways of asking what my sexuality is, you know," he said, knocking his shoulder lightly into The High Devil's arm to let him know he was just being friendly. "But yeah, I've dated before. A couple of girls and a couple of guys, although those relationships don't typically tend to last," he answered, his smile taking on a regretful tone. A small part of his brain was nagging him to just tell The High Devil why he was feeling so attracted to a stranger, before either of them fell into what sometimes seemed to be an inescapable trap of hurt feelings, but he was kind of hoping it'd be one of the man's questions so he didn't have to just outright say it. Usually when he told people what he was, they'd distance themselves from him and claim their feelings were completely fake, which just unnecessarily hurt both parties, so he mentally steeled himself just in case. Forcing back those thoughts for the time being, he glanced to the older man again. "Now you've gone and gotten me curious about your sexuality, so I suppose my question would have to be the same," he said, poorly feigning a disappointed sigh.

The hunter winced sympathetically. "Sounds pretty rough," he admitted. He opened his mouth to ask more about Lust, but broke himself off as The High Devil voiced his next question. Ah, there we go, he thought, feeling a little worried as to what the man's reaction would be. There was an air of hesitation—the first time Quin had truly hesitated since he ran into him—before he forced a smile, reverting to his previous bravado. "Right to the point, I see. Well, this'll probably answer some of your other questions, anyways. I'm a halfblood. Half-siren, to be exact," he explained, deciding to just rip off the proverbial Band-Aid. "And before you ask, no, I haven't purposefully done anything to seduce you—that's a stereotype that needs to die," he added pointedly.