Raging on a Sunday//one on one (open)

Eventually, Kain just looked around, grinning as he spotted sons blue-haired boy looking miserable as he nursed his drain. “Hey, you! Blue hair! How about you pick the song?” he offered with a lopsided grin

Mikhail looked around to see if anyone else had blue hair, his face almost instantly heating up when he saw realized the person on stage was talking to him and everyone's eyes were on him. "I–um–Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots?" He suggested, his face burning so much he thought it would actually turn red.

“Car Radio, huh? Just for you, then,” Kain said, grinning as he winked at the man before picking up the mic again. He began singing low and sweet, his voice full of emotion that could break your heart if you listened long enough

Mikhail's face heated up even more because of the wink (if that's possible at this point tbh), this time actually paying attention as he took another sip of his drink. How did the other suddenly become so damn good at singing? The longer he heard the other sing, the less he cared about his drink and more about the man's singing. Now it made sense as to why the man had a large crowd most of the time, it was because of his voice and how he could capture everyone's attention, not because of his good looks or because of how he could persuade everyone to probably do almost anything.

Kain had modified the song a little to fit his tastes at the moment, his voice low and the song near-heartbreaking now. Instead of the chorus growing louder, his voice turned sadder, and it had breached the point where it was questionable as to whether or not he might be crying as he sang. But he wasn't–it was just his voice, lilting and beautiful and enrapturing all at once

Mikhail had completely forgotten about his drink at this point, looking at the man as if this was the first time he had heard music. Was he a siren? How else was he so good at singing? He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands.

Kain's eyes were half-closed as he sang, slowly beginning to fade out the music. When he finally finished, he looked out at the crowd, which had fallen silent, with some of the nearest ones even having tears in their eyes. And after a moment, he murmured "My name is Kain Lamorak, thank you," he said before the lights on the platform went black, and he put the mic back on its stand before walking offstage

Mikhail quickly stood up and was about to follow the man but was stopped by his friend, with tears in her eyes. "Where are you going?" She asked, wiping the tears away as she smiled at him.

"I'm going to follow him."

Kain easily slipped past his security, not liking the stuffy crowd of private guards hired by the nightclub. He slunk off to the side, though he didn't escape inconspicuously enough that Mikhail couldn't see him

Mikhail glanced at the person that went past him, his body following his eye's movement as his whole body turned around. It was Kain. He ignored his friend and quietly followed the other, opening his phone to check the time.

Kain eventually found his way to the bar, and he took a quick second to flip the hood of his enormous jacket up over his head, helping to conceal his appearance a little so that he wasn't mobbed

Mikhail's strides were quiet and long, also flicking his hood up so his hair wasn't visible. Most people tend to remember him by his hair, considering it was rare to find someone with silvery-blue hair.

Kain looked over as he saw that same person who had requested the song walking towards him, and he raised a brow from where he was partially hidden. What did he want?

Mikhail's face heated up when they made eye-contact, averting his eyes for a second before looking back at him. "Hey–um–I was just wondering where you learned to sing that good, I mean, wouldn't it take a lot of years to sing that good? Yet you look so young…" He mumbled, regretting what he had said the very next second.

Kain just chuckled softly at that. "I'm a demon. Specifically, I'm a concubus. Things that play with the heart come easy, I guess," he said, shrugging his shoulders a little as he drew idle lines along the surface of the countertop. "But it's nice that you liked it. You seemed a little uncomfortable when I first asked you to pick a song, so sorry for that, I guess," he chuckled

"It's fine, and that's cool," Mikhail managed to get out without stuttering, his whole face burning so much he thought he was actually red.

(Sorry it's short)

(it's all good)

Kain looked over at Mikhail once again, and when he saw the other's face going bright red he couldn't help but giggle. "Sorry, do you have a thing for concbubi or something? I can have that effect on people," he said as he played with the strings of his hoodie

"What? No!" Mikhail replied, his face burning even more, if that's possible at this point, considering how embarrased he was. He pulled down on his hood a bit more so it would hide his face, looking everywhere but at Kain.

"Hey, relax. I'm just messing with you. In fact, I'd be more surprised if you didn't look at me at least once and think that I'd be a good lay. Very few people can resist the charms, even if I'm trying to turn them off," Kain giggled, rather enjoying how flustered the other was

"I didn't think that…" Mikhail mumbled, still not looking at Kain. He was still regretting following the man, he had probably looked like a creep or something.

Kain just sighed a little theatrically before patting Mikhail's shoulder. "You know what? How about I buy you a drink for your troubles, huh?" he offered, smiling a little now

"No–it's fine—I don't drink," Mikhail stumbled out, hoping his face has returned to it's original color as he finally looked at Kain.

(srry for slow responses, gonna be busy for the rest of the week)

Kain's twinkling eyes were the first thing Mikhail would have been drawn to, second to his smile. "Don't worry, they have soda and stuff here for people who don't drink. Lemonade too, I think. How about that?" he suggested

(It's fine, take your time)

Mikhail shrugged lightly. "Um–sure…" He tried his best not to stare at the other, not wanting to seem weird, even though he thought he probably already creeped out Kain.

"Alright, then. What kind?" Kain asked, still smiling as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand. He thought it was endearing, really, how flustered Mikhail seemed to be around him

"I'll just have soda," Mikhail answered, settling down in a seat beside Kain. How was he still so flustered?

"M'kay," Kain said, shrugging as he ordered their drinks. He looked Mikhail over for a moment, enjoying the fact that the other was still blushing

Mikhail looked around, not sure what to do or say. "So, um…when did you start singing?" He nervously ran a hand through his hair, fiddling with his fingers afterwards.

"When I was a little kid. My mom is a siren, so we used to sing a lot together," Kain said with a little smile, looking down at the counter a little

"Oh, that's cool…." Mikhail mumbled, suddenly have lost the ability to hold a conversation without stuttering or becoming flustered.