stubborn half demons

who: caleb and elsie
where: snow covered beach along Lakeshore Drive
when: afternoon

Caleb knew what he was doing. He didn't like what he was doing, but he knew what it was. He was looking for the spirit of Lullaby's old man. If he was going to be anywhere, he figured it'd be on the beach where he'd been dropped in one shot. Then y'know. Subsequently had his skull bashed open by a mermaid to get the bullet back. So far, though, he didn't see the guy. Which he couldn't decide on. Was it a relief? Or was it just suspicious, and vaguely worrisome?

Either way, as he walked along the beach, he occasionally tossed little cheap sparkly-beaded bracelets into the water, for Melia to find if she happened to not piss off for the winter. He hadn't seen the mermaid in a while, but whatever. That wasn't unusual, either. It wasn't like she had a cell he could call, or a home to drop by. It was toss shiny things in the water and hope he ran into her. That was the best way to a) keep her happy so she didn't decide to eat him one day, and b) possibly see her. Pausing at the edge of the water, he dug another bracelet out of his pocket and threw it as hard as he could out into the wavy, dark water.

Elsie had gone to the beach to get some sense of quiet. Everything was ticking her off that day and she wasn't sure if she was pissed off by her life or if she was just getting used to things. She tugged at the leather band around her wrist and then glanced down the ways. Caleb. Great. As if she thought of all people she'd run into, it would be someone she knew. Well, kind of knew. Either way. She gave a frustrated grumble and pulled her hair back before busying herself by shoving things back into her messenger bag to make a swift exit.

Maybe he wouldn't notice her and she could make a clean get away. Obviously he was here doing something and she wasn't really in the mood to care, even though her usual observance of things caught the little glimmer of the pretty shiny things. She just snorted softly under her breath and pushed herself to her feet.

It was the movement that caught his eye, and paranoia dictated that he look over just to be sure it wasn't anything coming at him, or anything that happened to need killing. Or, say, alternately, someone he wanted to avoid. What he did see was Elsie, who he'd showed around school her first day, and hadn't spoken to since. Which was likely by design more than by accident, since they hadn't gotten along famously or anything. Though he had had an interesting conversation with her. He'd give her that. He noticed her, of course, gathering up her shit to take off, and smirked faintly. "You realize if you wanted to be alone, choosing a public place wasn't the best option in the world, right?" he asked her when he got close enough to to have to shout.

Fuck. Caught. She slung her bag over her shoulder to get it comfortable and just rolled her eyes a bit. Grand, what she was seeking to avoid happened anyway. Wasn't that the way things went with her? She sighed and looked over at him and folded her arms across her chest. Yeah, it had been avoidance by design. It was far easier to avoid people then one might think. "Gee, I didn't know that! I'll have to take note of it." It was sarcastic and she bit her tongue a minute. "Carry on, don't let me interrupt whatever it is you were doing. I was just heading off anyway." Which was a lie, she had wanted to stay because it was still peaceful, despite the presence there of him. "What are you doing anyway?" Fine, she was nosy too right now.

He shrugged a shoulder. "Making an offering to the lady in the lake." he told her, which would sound cryptic, even if it was exactly what he was doing. So long as he kept her in shiny things, she was less likely to decide she was hungry when she saw him. Of course, she'd also hunted him down when he'd been a the psych ward, and cracked him across the jaw when she did, so maybe there was a weird part of Melia that cared, but he wasn't going to rely on a spark of affection to last with her. Thus--shiny things. "You?" he asked, tugging the earbud from his mp3 player out of his ear, the light sounds of Sevendust heard. "Besides trying to piss off to avoid me." he noted.

Hey, whatever he wanted to say in an answer was that. It didn't mean she actually had to believe it, but she'd play along."You really are a little psycho." She perked a brow and glanced at him, snorting softly under her breath. "Like I said, I was getting ready to leave anyway. You're just the excuse to make myself move a little bit faster." She noted the Sevendust and tilted her head to the side a bit. "What song are you listening to?" She couldn't help it, give her good music and you maintained her interest at least for a few minutes until the discussion was over. She's found out that music soothed her a little tiny bit in the anger attacks, but she still hadn't invested in a MP3 player. "And you make it sound like it's my soul purpose in life to avoid you."

He actually flashed a little bit of a grin when she called him a little psycho. He couldn't actually fault that logic, even though he would sooner own up to being a sociopath as opposed to a psychopath. There were differences. And, after a moment, he decided to share that. "I prefer 'sociopath' as opposed to psycho, but...semantics." he told her, walking slightly closer, but not a whole lot--out of kicking distance at any rate. "And it could be your goal in life to avoid me. It's a small town, small school, and you never call, you never write...." he mock tsked. "And Licking Cream." he answered her question about the song.

"Oh I'm sorry Caleb, did I hurt your little male ego?" She mock pouted at him, two could play this game and while..she wasn't very good with opposite sex, she could hold her own. She hoped. "Sociopath, psycho, eventually they boil down to the same thing somewhere in life." She gave a small shrug and narrowed her eyes a bit at him moving closer. Did not want. She was comfortable in the shadows, which were not dissolved by him being within ten feet of her. "I'd call if I had your number, but wait, you'd probably be too busy anyway." Wasn't that how it worked? Girl has boys number, girl calls boy and he's too busy to talk because he's too busy doing some other girl? Whatever, it didn't matter. There was no attachments even remotely between them so really, what did it matter to her? "Good song by the way. I'm sure you and your player will be happy together as you walk alone on the beach."

"Because I've got such a big ego problem." Caleb commented, rolling his eyes. "And not sure they do boil down the same way...but then you'd actually have to know what you were talking about to know that. Which I'm aware says something about me that I do know." Because hey. He was. He was very aware. When one was as messed up as he was, you kind of knew where the lines were. If you didn't, you wound up a permanent resident of the psych ward. Well, either that or a serial killer who collected eyeballs or some shit, and he didn't really want to go either route. He had to give her a mildly quizzical look at her comment about him being too busy. "You under the impression I'm popular or something, Elsie?" he asked. "Me with my big entourage of friends to accompany me on the beach while I throw random shit in the water? I'm not exactly overly booked for my time." he pointed out. Then he quirked a half smile at her about her comment on the song. "The music was working for me so far."

"Who knows, everyone seems to have some kind of problem. I don't care if I'm right or wrong, you should know better then I do." Elsie was just testy and she knew it, but it wasn't her aim to be nice it was her aim to just push everyone else out of the picture so that she didn't have to deal with anything. "I must have missed the memo of you not being. How the hell am I supposed to know? And like I said, I don't have your number to bother and I'm not that desperate to ask someone if they knew it." She shook her head and adjusted her strap to her bag and went to walk past him. "Well, by all means I'll leave you and your Sevendust to walk hand in hand to throw things in the water to the Lady of the Lake. Sounds so romantic." She, didn't do well against boys. They were the one weakness she still hadn't learned how to counter attack. Damn being a girl.

Caleb was under the impression that anyone who claimed not to have a problem was just in denial. He didn't move as she started to walk past him, though, wondering what the hell she was on about. "I would imagine just...going to school would have let you know. But then you've done a pretty good job of disappearing into the crowd there." he noted. He didn't comment to her last bit, eyes just following her as she walked.

That comment made her stop in her tracks and she cracked her neck before it turned slowly to eye him. "I know, I've gotten quite good at it without being bothered too much and those that do bother always wind up keeping away after wards. It's really nice that way. Apparently you've taken notice to the way I do things. What are you? Stalking me or something?" Not that she would ever believe that's what he was doing, because boys just didn't do that. Not with her anyway. This was Elsie's weak attempt at biting back, see it fail?

Being Caleb did harbor a lot of stalking tendencies, it was possible he looked slightly guilty for a moment. Even if he hadn't been stalking her. And, he said something he likely shouldn't have. "If I was stalking you, you wouldn't know about it." Which was also truth, but hey. whatever. He should learn to keep his mouth shut. One of these days, he might. Then he went for truth, tone lightening up a bit. "I'm not stalking you. I just pay attention. I'm observant. Most people don't notice shit, but you stand out. You don't exactly have a style that meshes in with the status quo at MSHS." Which, she didn't. And she still reminded him of that girl in New Orleans. The one who'd jumped him in the ruins of the church. And he still needed to wipe that particular association from his head, because that was just...wildly inappropriate. "So, you should stand out to everyone, but so far you haven't that much. You've ghosted yourself. I took note, that's all."

Her eyes widened a bit at first. Mostly in shock that he actually said that because it might have been the truth (and she may have not minded but she did. Of course). Then when he cleared it up and her eyes, which for the moment were a dark green narrowed at him. "Stand out? Great, because that's exactly what I want to do. Screw the status quo of this lame school. " She muttered under her breath, hopefully she wouldn't be here too long because she might go insane. And if she knew that thought in his head, she may have very well blushed, but you never know with Elsie, she could have tried to attack him. "Right, I've done a good job making it seem like I don't exist. I'm doing a good job at it apparently." She smirked and turned, stepping back toward him and covering the distance in between them without much hesitation. She just narrowed her eyes at him and tilted her head off to one side. "Well, stop noting things alright?"

He didn't move as she got closer to him, though it vaguely surprised him that she did it at all. She'd seemed to be pretty determined to get farther away from him, so voluntarily coming within striking distance was interesting. "What, I'm just supposed to quit being observant of my surroundings? Not very wise, considering our location. Though I know you missed most of the vast amounts of bullshit that's gone down in this town." Though she had been around for the rampant werewolf attacks(which sure, were still termed as 'wild animal' attacks, but whatever) and the random ghosts suddenly being visible to everyone. "I don't think being oblivious works well with decent survivability odds. So, sorry, princess, but I think I'll just keep on as is. Which happened to include your fade into the background act." He'd tried it. He'd wanted to do the same thing when he'd got to town. Being the center of attention was the last place he wanted to be. And while he wasn't front and center of people's minds, he was talked about a hell of a lot more often than he would have liked. Though he guessed she'd at least heard the whole he'd spent time in the psych ward rumor, with her 'psycho' comment. Too bad it happened to be the truth. He just wondered if she'd heard a why on his forced stay, or if she'd just gotten the part where he'd been there.

Yeah, she had, but then she had to go try and prove her point and failed. Miserably mind you. "No, but you can ignore me. Imagine I don't exist, I like the sound of that. " At the Princess comment she gave a small growl and pretty much got up in his face. "Don't ever call me that again or..." Well, she'd think of something when the moment arose if she needed to. "I'll do something you won't like much." It was the very best thing she could come up with. She was also rather tempted to punch him. Yes, she'd heard about the attacks and the ghost and all that and she just didn't pay much attention to it. Did she really have a reason to? That was other peoples problems, they weren't hers.

He couldn't help it, when he got that much of a rise out of her just by calling her princess, he had to flash a smirk at her. "Now you want me to put you into my imagination?" he asked, deliberately twisting that around. Damn she was easy to wind up. "And something I won't like much, if I call you princess again." he said, eyeing her thoughtfully for a moment. "You prefer 'Mistress' then?" he asked innocently, pretty sure she might take a swing at him for that, but if she did, he was ready for it. He might look like he was in a relaxed sort of stance, but he wasn't. He was ready to move if she did try to punch him. He was just way too amused not to say what he did.

She just..glared at him and gave a small heave of her chest before she just pushed him, but didn't push him that hard, probably not enough to knock him down or anything either. She bit her tongue from saying what she was going to, mostly because anything that came out of it would have been utterly stupid. "Do me a favor Caleb? Keep walking and fuck off." She gave a mutter and just sighed. For once she really wasn't in the mood to fight, but she was in the mood for something else and she didn't know what. Hell if she could understand her own emotions at times, they snuck up on her when she least expected them to. So, to save them both the time and effort she just turned her back to him and started to pin her hair up sloppily into a ponytail.

He took a step back, but since he'd been prepared for retaliation of one form or another, that was about all it did. Of course, if she'd taken a swing, he probably would have pinned her arm up behind her back, but she hadn't. He had to laugh though. "Really? That's what you're going to do? Is this recess in elementary school?" he asked her, shaking his head. "What's with you, anyways?" he asked. "When I was showing you around school, you were at least slightly more chatty than this. What, all the weirdness getting to you?" he asked, an honest question there at the end.

She didn't turn around to look at him, even as she listened to him and shrugged. "That was then, this is now. Things change. No, I contemplated doing something else, but at the risk of making myself sick by doing it I decided to pass. And no, the weird shit isn't getting to me, but thanks for your concern." She tried being too sarcastic that time, so it fell flat. "Just..go or something."

She may not have turned to look his way, but his eyes were still on her. He was watching her, her posture, the way she was moving, all the little things. Mostly because he was figuring something was up, and he just wasn't sure what. Of course, it also occurred to him that this particular stretch of beach might not be the best place for her, considering. Mel might come shiny-hunting, and she'd even find them, and could decide Elsie looked like a good snack. Or, there could be the spirit of Lullaby's psychotic asshole of a father, and he still wasn't up enough on spirits to know if he could do anything to the girl. And while generally speaking, Caleb could give a damn less about most everyone in the entire world...that didn't mean he was asshole enough to leave a girl who might be a little mentally not so good right now someplace he knew she could potentially come to harm. Which left him with two choices. Either attempting to get her to go with him someplace that was else--or piss her off enough that she left of her own volition. Choices, choices. In the end, he didn't answer her, he just stood where he was, watching her with a light frown on his features.

Oh if something came, she could care less. They could probably rip her apart without much thought, but she was annoyed by him. But, she wasn't annoyed enough to just pick up and leave. In the back of her mind she was thinking that was what he wanted, well, he wasn't going to get it. She was going going to stay. Ha. Take that Caleb. She walked back a bit and then went to go find a comfortable place to sit. She glanced back at him, half hoping he'd just started walking away because the last thing she needed was him sitting around. Sadly, he was just standing there and had a frown on his face. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. "What? You look lost."

The song on his mp3 player had changed. It was something he vaguely noticed, though mostly because of the connotations he had with the specific song. Hell, it was his ringtone for Leija. Nutshell, by Alice in Chains. He didn't answer her immediately, then exhaled, internally kicking himself. "I don't suppose if I asked you to leave, you would just...do that, would you?" he asked, going for honesty there too. He didn't explain why he wanted her to go away, but then, he wasn't planning on it either.

She snorted. "Nope. I was here and I was thinking. Well I was until you came along, so no, I can't just leave because you asked." She rolled her eyes. "I think I'll stay right here until I decide if I want to go and eat somewhere or not. " She looked at him."Why are you suddenly so keen on wanting me off this beach?"

Caleb thought about that for a second, then went for at least partial truth, even if he wasn't going to get into the details of it. "Because there's a particularly sadistic spirit that walks it, and I may be an asshole, but I'm not that much of one to leave you here where he might show." he told her. He shrugged one shoulder, ticking his gaze away from her finally, as he looked up the beach. Sure, he didn't know if the guy was around at all, but it was better that he give her something that she might actually buy and could be the truth as opposed to 'my mermaid friend might show up and eat your snippy little ass'. That just...sounded stupid no matter how you worded it. Even people who believed in the supernatural had a rough time buying 'mermaids'. And an even harder time swallowing the concept that they were flesheaters.

She just looked at him and shook her head. "No, I'm not moving unless I have a really good reason to. That? Doesn't really make me want to just jump up and leave." She shook her head. "Nope, I'm staying here until I decide I'm hungry enough to go get something to eat." She brought her knees up to her chest and watched him a minute. Well, least he wasn't absolutely bad looking, which was kind of nice, yet somehow didn't matter. She had to stop thinking about that really, it wasn't appropriate at all. "I'll be just fine on my own. You should hurry up and run along."

He internally groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets as he didn't turn and wander off. What the hell was with him and difficult fucking women? Seriously, did he just have a natural talent for finding them? "Explain to me why you would stay someplace where you knew you could get caught up with a pissed off, sadistic spirit that might want to harm you just because you happen to be here?" he demanded, tone suggesting he thought she was an idiot for it. "Are you just masochistic, or are you edging more towards vaguely suicidal?" Both things he understood, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

Maybe that's just his "type" of girl. Whatever the case, she didn't fall into the category. Nope, not in the slightest. "Hmm, it could be the fact that I really don't care? And the probability of that happening is slim to none? And that I just really don't care right now. Now can you get the fuck lost and leave me the hell alone? Because there is no way in hell you're getting me to leave and maybe I'm expecting a boy to meet me here and I don't need you around to ruin it." So wasn't the case but she could lie.

"What evidence exactly do you have that the chance would be slim to none?" Caleb countered. "Did you miss the part where spirits have randomly shown up all over the globe? And you just don't care? Right. That's rational. Not at all self destructive." Because he could talk. Really. He hadn't tried to commit really creative suicide not that long ago or anything. Oh wait, he had. "And expecting a boy? Good. I'll just wait then. He can look after your sorry ass when he gets here, I'll be absolved of responsibility." He snapped, walking over to lean against a tree, and he looked down to his mp3 player to switch songs again, scrolling through without stopping quite yet, because he wasn't even sure what he was looking for.

It was a really good thing she had her anger under control right now, but that still didn't stop her from getting up and stalking back over to him. He was occupied with his mp3 player, which gave her a tiny advantage as she pushed him back against the tree. She raised her head almost defiantly, but it wasn't all that..terrifying or anything. "I can look after myself, I'm not one of those little fluzy girls at school that don't know how to run when the time comes. Maybe it's self destructive, but really what the fuck do you care Caleb? Huh? You don't have any kind of responsibility because no one asked you to look out for me, you're doing that on your own free will. So, change you mind and fucking get lost before I fucking hurt you." Which, to prove her point she reached up and attempted to grab onto his hair, because, that was a very good place to start she assumed.

He looked at her, having noted her approach, he just hadn't especially cared, and being he was already leaned back against the tree, not much was done when she shoved him. Those things were fine, nothing he much minded, really, but when she went to grab for his hair, he decided he'd had enough fun and games with her on the touchy feely front. So he snatched her wrist, knocked her off balance as he pushed back off of the tree, and he twisted her back around, so her back was to his chest, and he had her arm turned up behind it, between them. His other hand had snagged one of her belt loops, to keep her from twisting back around and getting out of it right away. He could have held her a lot harder, and her arm higher where it would have hurt, but he didn't--he just kept her immobile. "You done?" he asked.

God damn it, she hadn't expected that. She tried wiggling free but stopped after a moment, figuring it was no use anyway. "Gee Caleb, didn't know you wanted me that close." She smirked a bit and turned her head to look at him. "I wasn't going to hurt you for christ's sake. Least not much. I'm still not leaving, but yeah, for the moment I'm done."

He rolled his eyes at her, looking over her shoulder at her. "You told me you were going to hurt me, remember?" he asked her. "Was I really meant to just stand here and let you do whatever? Not to bright, are you princess." he said, deliberately using that to needle her. He also didn't let go immediately, squeezing his grip tighter around her wrist, just as a light little warning that while he hadn't done anything that harmed her in the slightest, that didn't mean he was incapable of it. Then he abruptly let her go and he stepped back at the same time.

She rubbed her wrist and turned back around leaning against the tree and folding her arms across her chest. "Do you actually think I would hurt you? Or that I could? Please." She rolled he eyes, ignoring the Princess comment. "You're just lucky I didn't decide to do something gross and kiss you or something." She smirked a bit and watched him, she figured it wouldn't effect him too much, but you never really knew.

Caleb snagged his mp3 player from where it had been dropped in the snow, and went back to finding a song. His gaze ticked back up to her when she said that last bit, though, and he shook his head. "I think anyone who underestimates the people around them is a fucking idiot, and if some unstable chick who 'doesn't care' about possibly being fucked with by psychotic spirits tells you she'll 'fucking hurt you', if you go and ignore that shit, it's moronic." he told her flatly. "And never considered that you might lay one on me. Seems contrary to what your goal is here." he pointed out, landing on 'Wish' by Nine Inch Nails.

"Oh, you think I'm unstable. How sweet." She just smirked and shrugged. "Just because to you tell me that there could be something like that? Doesn't mean that I actually have to believe you." She shook her head and leaned it back against the tree. She was just trying to avoid anywhere BUT going home. She didn't want to deal with that shit on top of everything else. She was tired of the formalities of how her day was and was she feeling alright. NO, she wasn't feeling alright god damn it. "My aim. Yeah, see that is a good plan because you? Would run screaming about how the crazy girl kissed you. And then have to use mouthwash and brain bleach to forget about it. So yeah, I think it would work quite well." Since of course, she couldn't that because she wouldn't even know what the hell she was doing in the first place.

Now he was wondering if he not only was a crazy girl magnet, but a chick with low self esteem magnet too. Or the super special combo of both. Seemed to be in his track record, with the exception of Nic, who had the low self esteem issues, but had yet to go batshit on him. "You're the one who's behaving erratically, talking about not caring about your possibly bad fate, and threatening to hurt me, then scoffing about my taking you at your word. If that isn't 'unstable', princess, I don't know what is." he told her. "And why exactly would I randomly lie about something like that? What could I possibly get out of it?" he challenged. Since that seemed really far fetched to him. And he couldn't quite keep his mouth shut on the last part either. "You wouldn't be the first crazy girl who kissed me. Though generally, my record with women goes I kiss them then they go insane. but whatever. Can't you just find somewhere else to be insane at? Go get something to eat for fucks sake. Go to the park. Go wander the abandoned orphanage or something. I don't care, just don't stay here."

"Oh I don't know, the fact that you just want me gone off this certain part of the beach?" She gave a shrug and looked around, she was pretty much ignoring everything else he was saying. Course, she had to bite back at the kissing comment, because she wanted to make it out like she hadn't even considered it. "Yeah, don't worry, I have no plans on kissing you now or ever." She didn't sound entirely convincing though, she actually sounded pretty tired. "Nope, I can't go get something to eat because I'm not that hungry yet and I don't want to go to the park or orphanage. I like it here. And here? Is where I'm staying. Thank you."

He was starting to get to the point where he might just leave her there to get her stupid, frustrating, crazy ass eaten. He didn't need the headache. Which, he was getting, and he reached up to rub at the bridge of his nose as he bit back a whole barrage of comments. Crazy. Fucking. Women. He wound up not saying anything, but not actually moving to leave, either.

She saw him rub his nose which made her give a small satisfied smirk. She was winning. Maybe he'd leave now and carry on with his little walk or whatever he was doing. She would win. She slumped against the tree and sunk back down to the ground and just watched him, really was there anything else to say? She expected him to maybe call her a unstable bitch or something far worse, or that she was stupid. But that wouldn't be anything new. She'd heard that practically her whole life, she was used to it. Now all she had to do was wait for him to just walk away, because surely she wasn't going anywhere.

Caleb definitely was getting a headache. Awesome. Because he didn't have enough bullshit in his life or anything. Why did he even leave the house anymore most days? Go to school? Any of that? Occasionally, he couldn't come up with a single good reason. Nowish felt like that. He turned and walked away--he just didn't happen to go far. He just walked back to the water, crouched, dug in the sand that the water had washed clear of snow for some skipping stones, and started that. He was always someone who was far too aware of his surroundings. If she moved, he'd know about it. He'd hear her. Hopefully, she would, and it would just be 'away'.

Sadly for him it wasn't that easy. she still didn't budge much as she shifted herself to get more comfortable at the tree. She cracked open the old Stephen King novel she had, IT to be more precise, and found the page she'd bookmarked earlier and started to read it again, taking out her little tiny clip light just in case she was going to need it. Oh hell no, she wasn't going to be the first one to leave. Far too stubborn for her own good sometimes. Occasionally she'd glance up to see what he was doing, but then it was right back to staring down at her book. Stubborn males.

He could be stubborn when he wanted to be. Currently, he wanted to be. This was moronic. And if he ever saw the dumb bitch again, he was going to avoid her like the goddamn plague. But he still didn't feel right about leaving her there. It would feel a little too much like leaving someone vulnerable on his watch. Didn't mean he had to speak to her, even though he'd put effort in there. He'd probably have gone for a walk with her if she'd just...not been doing exactly what she had. He skipped stones in the water, though the waves were kicking up a little better, and he didn't feel like digging through a lot of snow to find more of them. He wondered if he just shot off one tiny spell in her direction if she would scatter then. But he didn't think that was the wisest plan. Especially since if his aim was off, it could kill her outright.

After what must have been around five or ten minutes, she didn't know she closed the book and sighed, shoving it back in her bag and started over towards him to stand a few feet behind him before shoving her hands into her pockets. "I-" Fuck, she hated saying things like this, but if she was every going to make any attempt at remotely trying to make friends she might as well start small. "I'm sorry." It almost didn't sound like her when she said it either as she kicked at a little bit of the snow. "So, what happens if you're here and you see this spirit?" She shuffled a bit and then took a few steps closer.

He looked back over his shoulder at her, exhaling quietly as she spoke. He eyed her for a few long moments, then glanced back up the beach, towards where he'd first seen the corpse Dean had created. Then he moved his eyes back to her. "Couldn't tell you. It's not like I have some interesting method of dealing with it. I just don't know what it's capable of now, and didn't especially want to find out by hearing about yet another highschool girl found dead." He'd done enough of that this year. First the two teenagers on the steps of the highschool. Then Lullaby, (and he wasn't counting the fact that she'd come back from the dead), Chrissy was dead, and while he was happy about that one, it didn't alter the fact that there'd been a few too many funerals this year already, and he wasn't looking to hear about another one.

"So you want me to leave, but you're going to stay? How does that make any sense?" She perked a brow at him. "I'll leave if you come with me." She shrugged. "Seems fair enough trade right? You want me off the beach, well maybe I want you off the beach too. We can call it a compromise of sorts and just get the hell out of here." It..seemed like a good idea in her head anyway.

He hadn't said that he was going to stay, but he didn't argue with her, if she was at least agreeing to leave. Didn't really matter, the conditions set. He'd deal. "Fine." he told her, voice still a little short, because he was still vaguely headachey and frustrated with the whole thing, but he was agreeing. "let's go." he made a gesture towards the path off the beach that went through the trees, not wanting to walk back the long way, past where he'd dragged a body to the water with a mermaid, so she could go eat the evidence.

Oh, that had been easier then she thought it would be. She was actually being civil right now, oddly enough. She started down the path and tucked her hair behind her ears as she looked back at him with a small smile. "Did I give you a headache?" Because she gave a lot of people headaches, including the teachers when they would say something wrong and she'd correct them.

"Yes." Caleb admitted, sighing as he trailed her, glancing back towards the waves as he did so, wondering about Melia again. Basically, the real reason he was shooing her off the beach. He didn't even know if the other guy was around, and if he was what he could do, but Mel...yeah. Then he turned his gaze back to her, and the way they were going. Knocking into anything right now wouldn't help his disposition.

"Good." She grinned and dug into her bag as they walked, she was careful of where she was going. Walking into a tree was not the kind of message she wanted to send to Caleb right now. Yes, the whole 'Hi, I'm Elsie and I walk into trees and injure myself' didn't sound that great. She shook a bottle and grinned, taking it out and holding it up to him "Can you take Tylenol? It's extra strength."

Caleb gave her a Look. Yeah, she'd put him in a foul frame of mind, and he was usually pretty difficult when he got there. And generally, it wasn't that hard a task to get him there either. "So you're getting sadistic pleasure out of giving me a headache, and now you're offering me something for it?" he asked her, tone flat. He did manage to bite back his next comment though, which was 'bitch, what are you on?' That wouldn't have helped anything. And, she might decide to turn around and go back to the beach, just to be contrary, and he didn't want that. "Yes, I can take tylenol." he said. "But don't worry about it." Pain didn't generally bother him. What was bothering him more was dealing with someone who was being overly difficult, and he didn't follow the logic of. Crazy. He dealt with too much crazy in his life, he didn't need more, and yet here he was, signing himself up for more of it. He needed to start learning how to walk the fuck away. Too bad he sucked at that royally.

"I'm a sadomasochist, it's not like I intentionally aimed on giving one to you, but that's just usually what happens when people deal with me. They either throw me down against something or they get a headache. Usually the headache." She shrugged. She was lost in her train of thought however at that moment and it was really a stupid place to be. "Not that I wouldn't mind being pushed down by you or anything." At this point she was looking down into her messenger bag as she put the aspirin back in it, but it dawned on her what she said and she stopped a minute, muttering to herself. "I didn't just say that." He really did need to start learning to walk away for him, shame he hadn't. He might not have that icky little headache he had right now.

Throw you down against-- Caleb thought, thinking that was a random ass statement to make, but that didn't touch the other one she made. That whole not minding if he did that. Which left him blinking. Blinking a moment, and wondering if he'd heard that right, which he figured he sure as hell had, when she said that last bit. Once again his mind drifted, wondering what the hell had brought him to here and now. He wasn't even sure what to say to that. "I hadn't really planned on pushing you down..." he said, then wondered about the connotations of the first statement. Because he'd originally taken that one to be more like an abusive parent type thing, but then she'd thrown him into the context and--he was going to be a lot less mentally scarred if he stopped thinking about this.

"Yeah, like I said. I never said it. Sorry, my mind tends to wander and then I speak before thinking. Happens when I'm occupied with something else and talking at the same time." She cleared her throat and pushed past him to walk ahead, okay, it was clear she was blushing because her cheeks were a little pink and that wasn't from blush, she didn't wear that crap. She just shoved her hands into her pocket and walked. It was times like these that she wished she could just rewind time a little bit and make that thing never have happened.

Caleb was starting to wonder if he didn't have a little bit of what Math did. He'd never thought so, but...did he? Because that was random. That had been really random, and he caught the blush she'd had there as she walked past, and he followed in her wake, eyeing her thoughtfully. what was it with girls and them wanting to be a little rough with them? Because that seemed to be a trend. Did he just have that kind of a vibe to him? Was it the half demon thing, that they were sensing without realizing it? Was it his demeanor, or...what? He had no idea, but he just couldn't not wonder now. "I'm just....going to let you off the hook on that one." he said honestly. "Because if I start asking questions, neither one of us is going to be happy with where that conversation goes." he decided.

Throwing down didn't have to be rough, not really. There were different kinds other then - Eh, nevermind. "Good idea. Asking questions is bad. So, what are you in the mood for?" She glanced back and then looked forward again. It was either that or her demon side adored embarrassing the hell out of her. Which was also possible. She just gave a small shrug of her shoulders."I don't really care either way what we have because more then likely I'll eat anything."

At first, Caleb was going to call her on saying asking questions was a bad idea, immediately followed by a question, and then was busy being confused for a second what the hell she was on about. Apparently, they were going to get food, only he thought he missed the part where that had been part of the plan. OH well, as far as plans went, he supposed it was acceptable. "Somewhere close?" he suggested. "And cheap." considering he didn't have much money on him, and he'd spent a few of his dollars on the sparkly bracelets for Melia. But offering shiny beads to vendors didn't work so well, really.

Oh, it was part of the plan all along, except the part where he didn't know about it until it was too late to say no. Besides, she figured he wouldn't argue anyway. She pointed to the cheapest place she could think of, even if she was dying for a order of nachos piled high with guacamole and salsa, she'd settle for burgers and fries. Since those were always the cheapest. "I can buy for ya, you can just pay me back or whatever if you don't have much cash on you." She did however since she barely bought anything unless it was something that she absolutely needed.

He eyed her for a moment. "If you're buying, shouldn't that mean you get to pick where we're going?" he suggested. He vaguely wondered just how much he did have on him. And the fact that he probably needed a job. And just how much he could get if he picked up a Hunting job. Just one, something nearby...he just didn't know if he was ready to start that shit yet. Even if it was the direction he was very clearly headed, it was kind of a lot to think about. And he still had his internal twitch about being a Hunter at all, when he spent so much of his time hating them.

"I'm fine with burgers and fries. I'll pick some nachos up on the way back to Hell and eat them there." Hell, of course was home which she'd deemed it that for a good purpose. It annoyed her. It was part of the reason she was so bitchy and testy most of the time. She figured she had about forty on her without having to withdraw any money from her account, which was a good thing. She didn't need to answer any questions of why she needed the money. Her mom would just ramble on about her connecting to people. Pfft, that was so not what this was. This was food. "Come on." She wandered across the street and looked behind her to make sure he wasn't trying to ditch her, because that? Would have been bad.

He wasn't trying to ditch her, at least, not yet, so he did happen to be there, behind her. He still didn't know where they were headed. The fast food places were mostly on the other side of town, though there was one relatively nearby. He didn't especially care where they ate at though. He wasn't even sure he was that hungry, but then again, he usually didn't even think about it til he was already starved, so maybe taking care of that before he was ravenous was a good idea. Worth a shot, anyhow. "I'm assuming by 'hell' you mean 'home'." he said, for lack of anything better to say.

Which was where she was heading, to the place nearest. She gave a small yawn, mostly because she hadn't been sleeping well and gave a small shrug. "That would be correct and I'm in no hurry to get back to it. So, I'm taking you along with me so that I have a reason not to." She gave a small smile and opened the door to said place in question and wandered in, finding a table at the very back before slipping into it and slouching down. Just because she was here, didn't mean people around town had to actually SEE her. They might start talking.

Caleb sat across from her and wondered if she was more paranoid than he was. Which was a feat, all things considered. "You look like you're trying to disappear." he pointed out to her, skipping past her home-life stuff. He picked up on it, but that didn't mean that he was going to bust into a 'tell me all your woes' conversation. Not right now, possibly not ever. He'd have to see. But he left it for the moment, because yeah. He had enough going on right now.

"When am I not looking like I'm trying to disappear." She snickered softly and glanced at the menu, tilting her head a bit. Huh. That Mushroom swiss burger? Didn't sound too bad really, actually it sounded good. "What are you getting?" She was curious and thankfully he didn't get into that whole conversation because she probably would have tried to avoid it and change the subject anyway. Curly fries, she wanted curly fries. Add that as a side...yes.

Caleb had a comment to that, but bit it back. In the end he grabbed the menu instead and glanced over it, not sure what he should get. As someone who didn't have a lot in the way of finances on his own, he didn't exactly feel comfortable with getting anything that might be termed as expensive, since he didn't know what hers were like either. In the end he shrugged. "I don't know...fries?" he suggested. He glanced across at her, setting the menu back down again.

"Fries? That's all you want is fries?" She quirked a brow. Oh God, don't let him be one of those boys that's worried about the girl paying for things. "Tell me you're at least getting a burger." Because either way? There would be one coming on his plate with those damn fries. Sadly she wasn't into eating like a pig alone.

"I'm not that big on being someone's charity case." Caleb told her, propping his head on his hand as he looked at her. "I don't think I have much on me, and I don't know how much you have on you--or what kind of income you might have, so..." he made a vague gesture that said she should be able to fill in the blank there on her own from there.

"I have forty on me and more in the bank. I'm PRETTY sure I can swing a burger and fries for you and me both." She nodded and propped her own head on her hand. "And it's not being a charity case, I offered. That's not charity, besides, we can find a way for you to pay me back." She shrugged a little and then ordered what she was getting and waited for him, giving him that look of 'order just fries, I dare you.'.

Sighing, Caleb rolled his eyes, and ordered a burger and fries both, mostly so she didn't kick him under the table or something. Or, maybe that just said something about the girls that tended to be around him. He always expected to be hit in one form or another. It probably said a lot about him that he didn't necessarily mind. Hell, it was his driving goal half the time with Nic... "Happy?" he asked her, once the waiter had pissed off again.

She grinned. "Good, you avoid me kicking your shin under the table." She was honest, why hold something back, at least she'd warn him in advance kind of. "And yes, I am happy thank you." He listened, which gave her a small ego moment actually which was quickly squashed by the reminder that she shouldn't have that.

So apparently, he'd been right to assume she might do that. Check. His instincts weren't that on the fritz. "You know, I wondered if you'd do that. Clocked you for the type who would." he informed her. What with her random bouts of either shoving him around, or threatening him and all. Didn't take a genius. "So, what now? You've got my undivided for a while." he pointed out. He wasn't necessarily good with small talk or, say, conversations in general. It wasn't that he couldn't get into them, it was mostly that he just wasn't a 'talk about the weather' kind of guy. Or 'hey about that sports team...' and he didn't think she was either.

"I so would have done that. Hard too. Just for disobeying me." The second part made her quiet again. Crap. She wasn't good with small talk either. "Uh. " She looked around a bit and clicked her tongue. "We could just sit here in awkward silence." Oh. Nice one Elsie. Real nice one. "What else is on that player of yours?" She pointed to it and then drummed her fingers on the table top which were black with a purple manicured tip.

He arched a brow at her. "So the mistress comment wasn't that far off either, then." he pointed out. "Sorry to say I'm not really the obedient type." he told her. Which he wasn't. But then again, he did just have that tendency to want to push buttons just to see how far he could push. Like he did with Nic, saying things that he knew would get him punched. She was so nice and obliging with it. "Awkward silence, sure. And I don't know. Obscure shit no one's ever heard of?" he suggested, and dug it out of his pocket to set on the table between them if she wanted to scroll through.

Didn't take her long to snatch it and lean back, sifting through it. "Please, I don't want to control anyone. Not my style really, but having someone listen to me every now and then isn't so bad either." She listened more often then not, normally if someone said to do something she'd think about it and if it was cool enough she'd oblige them by actually doing it. Got her into trouble too sometimes. "Not a bad selection. Obscure is actually good, you actually have some really..good songs." Which surprised her, she was pretty sure she even had some of these cds with the songs on it actually.

Compatible taste in music, that was something, he supposed. He wasn't necessarily sure what it was, but he supposed it meant they had a subject that was more or less safe now. "Anything catch your eye specifically?" he asked, taking a drink of the water that had been brought to their table.

A small something. It was obviously better then nothing. "I must say, I'm loving the Sevendust. You have some hardcore punk on here." That kind of made the corners of her lips twitch slightly into a smile before it faded as she flipped through more. "You have a good variety." She shrugged and slid the player back over to him, tapping the top of it. Ow, her head was hurting. "I'll...be right back okay? I got to use the bathroom." She knew what that headache meant and at the risk of not muffling a scream she was already getting up out of her seat.

Caleb blinked at the abrupt switch up there. "....alright." he said, not about to ask a girl why it was she was going to really really abruptly run off to the bathroom. That was a whole hell of a lot of none of his damn business. So, he just kind of eyed her, pocketing his mp3 player again, and vaguely hoped everything was alright.

She was in there a few minutes, locking herself in a stall and leaning her back against it. Usually she had to want the change to happen, but this time it just happened out of no where, but sometimes it had a mind of it's own. She grumbled softly and then rubbed her eyes, blinking a few times and then stepping out of the stall, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Shit. What were green, were now a violet color. Fuck! She rubbed her hands over her neck and sighed, that hurt, but she was getting better at dealing with the pain anyway. She trudged back out and slipped into the booth again. Maybe he wouldn't notice. "Sorry about that."

He'd been half looking for her, and therefore watched her as she came back, and sat down. And one thing Caleb was was an observant son of a bitch. So when she sat down, he knew something was different. He didn't immediately catch on to what was different, but he gave her a bit of a quizzical look. "It's fine..." he started, trying to figure out what it was. Or if he was just far too paranoid.

She flipped her hair behind her shoulder and looked through her purse for the Tylenol, popping a few out into her hand before glancing up, forgetting about the whole not looking at him thing. "Sure you don't want any?" She had to look odd with the eyes now and it wasn't exactly something that one could just explain away, or was it?

That was what it was. Her eyes were violet. Which they had been when he'd met her the first time. But they hadn't been earlier today. He hadn't caught it the first time, because he'd assumed they were contacts in the first place. Who actually had violet eyes? He'd figured she hadn't been wearing them, and her natural color was green. But now she was back to violet. Well at least he knew what was different, so it could stop bothering him. "You switch contacts?" he asked, before he could think better of it, and he ignored her offer of tylenol. He still had the headache he'd had earlier, even if it had dulled down some. He just didn't deal with pain the same way a lot of people did. In his world, there was always worse. Plus, if he could sit there and stitch up a blood gushing gash in his arm without flinching, a headache was nothing.

At the mention of contacts, her grip on the Tylenol failed her and it went tumbling down to the table and rolling. There was a almost deer in headlights look on her face for a minute as she scrambled to snatch it back up and shove it in her purse. "Uh." She shifted a bit in her seat. "Yeah, I can't see a single thing without them." She forgot the fact that just a minute ago she was looking through the mp3 player without much difficulty at all. She was so busted.

She really, really was. Because Caleb gave her a clearly disbelieving look. He leveled that on her, reaching out to hand her the bottle, but she grabbed it before he could. "Yeah, try that again, only with some believability factor tossed in there just for good measure." he told her.

she chewed her bottom lip for just a second as tried to think of how to answer that. "My eyes just do strange things on their own." She gave a shrug, maybe that would work and maybe it wouldn't, but in this town who knew what would actually fly with some of the people. "That a better explanation for you?"

"Slightly." Caleb said, though he waited before saying more, since their food arrived. He waited until the waiter had pissed off again before he leveled his gaze on Elsie, not saying anything as he considered. People's eyes didn't just 'do strange things on their own'. Not unless something else was involved, at any rate. And sure, he didn't know what else might be involved, or not, but he was curious now. So, after a few long moments of just watching her, keeping that heavy, completely focused attention on her, he wondered what exactly she was hiding. And not necessarily hiding that well.

Elsie tried focusing on her food, drowning part of her plate with ketchup before focusing on the curly fries and then the burger. She noted him staring at her. She almost felt like some giselle being hunted by a lion, but not so much. She glanced up every now and then, meeting his gaze and then quickly tearing it away before she would try to eat again, before she finally gave up. "You can stop staring at me now alright? It's just minorly creepy." Not to mention it was making her wonder why he was doing that and evidently he was starting to piece certain things together.

The mention of him being a little creepy actually twitched the faintest of smiles on his lips for a moment. It was just a heartbeat, and there wasn't much humor to it, but it had made an appearance. Yeah, he had creepy tendencies. He was aware. Though really, of tendencies that could be considered creepy, this habit was fairly tame. Heavy focus was a lot less illegal than stalking, or other things. "You're the one with the rainbow eyes, princess." he pointed out.

"They don't change color that often." It was said too quickly, too defensively and she poked at her burger. "It's just something I do, I don't know exactly why alright? It's really not that big of a deal anyway is it? It's just my eyes. Haven't you heard the rumor that I'm a walking freak show?" She shifted again in her seat, not sure if she was happy that he was watching her, or creeped out. Or both. She was aiming for both. At least someone was looking at her after all.

"I direct you back to when we first started talking today, and I pointed out that you seemed to have ghosted yourself to the general populous of Marquette Senior High School." Caleb pointed out. "So no, actually. I haven't heard shit about you, freak show or otherwise." he told her, eating a few fries as he kept that heavy attention on her, considering. "Are you always a walking 'poor me' parade, or do you occasionally surface from your diving down into 'waa I suck'?" he asked. Which was incredibly pointed of him, even if his tone was conversational. "It'd be a lot nicer talking to you if you stopped that bullshit." he added.

She just rolled her eyes a bit and started on her burger. Damn shifting. "Catch me on a good day and I just might." She retorted quietly. "And even if I told you the truth, how do I know you're not one of the crazies that would try and shove a knife in my chest?" Because, he might very well be one of them and she wasn't exactly aiming on dying. Least not yet. "I doubt you'd believe me even if I did tell you."

His first thought was You have good days? but he couldn't actually say it, because hey-he didn't know her that well. He didn't know if she did or not. "You realize I didn't actually ask you to clarify this, right?" he asked her. "That I didn't ask why? You just gave me a bullshit excuse the first time and I wanted a better one. You gave it to me." he told her. "I mean, yeah, I'm curious, but I didn't ask." He quirked a little smirk at her, wondering what she'd do with that. It was the truth. Of course he probably could have clarified for her if he was the type who would stab her. Which...while armed, no, he wasn't generally a stab first ask questions later type. Too messy.

"Oh wipe that smirk off your face." She muttered and popped another curly fry into her mouth. Maybe a part of her wanted to explain this to someone, maybe they could make heads or tails of it and go: hey, it's not really that bad as you think it is. That hadn't happened yet though. This would teach her to say anything of the sort to anyone. "Just eat before it gets cold will ya?"

He did grab his sandwich and ate some of it, eyes still on her as he considered. He was still focusing in, paying attention to it all, which yes, he was aware unnerved her. But he kept it up anyhow, wondering if she did want to talk about things. Especially since he hadn't asked, but she was talking about telling. He did know people who were like that. He wasn't, generally speaking. But then again he was of the opinion the less people that knew anything about him the better. Even on just a personal level. Other people, though...and he was trying to think back to the conversation he'd had with her when he'd showed her around the school. Something about her not living with her parents. And from what she'd said today, she didn't exactly love home. He realized he hadn't said anything, but figured that she'd get unnerved enough to say something herself here in a minute or two.

The staring game was getting old, so she had glanced up at him and did the exact thing back. Observed him as he ate. Some people actually found the violet eyes to be disturbing, which almost made her smile at times but more often then not she was rolling her eyes at their stupidity in the first place. So far though, she had kept her mouth shut about anything else about herself.

Caleb was stubborn. And he just continued on with what he was doing in the first place, not really disturbed by eye color, or staring. It took a lot to unnerve him. Particularly after his experience with the stupid demon bar--which he really didn't want to be thinking about right now. At all. Or ever again, if he could help it. So, when it started to creep up in the back of his mind, he did what he usually did, he thought about Nic, and how she'd been swirling his blood all over her hand, running her fingers through it. Much better imagery. Much better than anything he'd seen there. You can knock it off now. he told himself, and a kind of shadow fell over him, behind his eyes and he finally stopped the heavy focus he had on her, and even physically drew back slightly.

She let out a small sigh of relief when he drew back, letting her gaze fall back to her food as she poked at the burger. Her appetite was gone, but that didn't seem to exactly matter to her at that moment. At least he had stopped the observation mode he seemed to have been on, which meant that she could relax a little more. "Have you ever transferred music from a CD to a mp3 player? I'm sure it can be done right?" She wasn't particularly computer savvy so she wasn't sure exactly what could and couldn't be done.

"Yeah, you can do it." Caleb said. He had. Most of his cds were in his room, really, he just didn't so much listen to them anymore. Mostly he just listened to his mp3 player while he was out for walks. Which might turn into when he was out for drives after a while here, because he was from the south. This whole snow on the ground bullshit was not for him. "Why?" he asked.

She gave a small shrug of her shoulders."Because I must have almost two hundred cds stored in a box that I could easily just pull songs off of instead of wasting money on that itunes or whatever the hell it is." Her music was her pride and joy, it was her escape too when she was bored and sitting in the room alone. "They make cd players too cheap now, they break too easily. I've been thinking of getting a mp3 player so I figured I'd ask. Thought you'd know, seeing as you have one."

He shrugged. "Yeah, you can. You just need a computer." he told her. At least, he thought that was basically all you needed. And he figured almost any computer around you could do that with. Not that he had one, but still. That's what librarys were for. Or friends with computers. Most of the music on his own mp3 player had been put on it back in New Orleans. Then Jamie had gotten ahold of it and put a bunch of music on there on her own, and Leija had contributed as well, so far as he could remember. About the only girl who hadn't yet was Nic. And he was figuring that had something to do with her lack of a computer as well. "But if you're going to have a computer to do that, you might as well download anything you wanted." he added. Music was pretty important to him as well. He wasn't usually without it in some form or another.

"Computer I have. Laptop that I barely use. "You know what surprises me? You don't really have any Motley Crue on here." She gave a small tilt of her head and then shrugged, maybe he just wasn't into the band. "I think I must have used this laptop like four times since I got it two years ago, yet I lug it around with me." And there she was rambling again. "Do you know your way working around the computer aspect of it?"

"Yes I do, keep scrolling." Caleb said. But then he had a lot of random shit. A wide range really covered a ton. He at the very least knew he had Kickstart My Heart on there somewhere... Probably in with his GnR, and other random bullshit. Old Metallica, some Iron Maiden for good measure. Right along side random bands people hadn't ever heard of. "And I can talk you through ripping a cd, if that's what you're asking." he told her.

She wasn't smiling the whole time as she snatched the player back and started scrolling. Then a smile started to spread on her face. An actual real smile that got bigger as she scrolled. Christ. She was in love with his music. "Yeah, ripping a cd..." She muttered softly and then sighed. "I think I'm in love with your music choices. I mean come on, how many people actually appreciate that old Metallica? Mostly everyone I've met has ranted and raved about how everything from their stupid Reloaded album. You mention the black album and they give you the biggest deer in headlights look."

"I kind of stopped listening after the black album." Caleb admitted. He'd loved that one. But yeah, things after that were a little...eh. But then that could be said about a ton of artists, and he knew that his tastes ran to the stuff that was a little before his time, really. Drifting back farther and farther, to stuff that was coming out when he was just a kid. He just found it hard to find a lot of newer things he actually could handle. But then he also had really random things, like the song he could not get his Leija-association out of, Archie and Veronica. But then Caleb generally had heavy music connotations attached to people and situations. Like he could vividly remember listening to Dead Weight by Simon Says while he was bleeding out back in New Orleans. He did have a quirked smile for her, though, at her comment about being in love with his musical taste. "Well you can take anything off of my player that you want." he offered.

She seemed to like that idea, and besides it was a good excuse to see him again. "Cool, I think I'll take you up on that offer Caleb." She gasped. "Archie and Veronica? No way I have never even met anyone that knows that song!" Oh, okay, she was gleeful and...she was smiling.. This was actually one of the coolest things she'd ever ran into lately and a definite upside to certain factors.

Of course she'd pick out that one. "I liked the album." he told her. He didn't tell her that he couldn't listen to the song without thinking of the redheaded angel he'd at one point dated. That it tended to do strange things to his mood, and that was putting it mildly. "And sure. Did you want to bring your laptop to school, and gank the songs at lunch sometime or something?" he asked. "I can't tomorrow, but tuesday I probably could."

Hey, it wasn't her fault that she did. "It was a good album, had a lot of good songs on it. " She gave a small shrug of her shoulders."Sure, I can bring it to school with me. Tuesday works, I think I can swing it." She hoped, it would be tricky cause she didn't want to call attention but at the same time? She really wanted pretty much every song on his player, which might cause a problem. She'd have to get a huge ipod.

"I'll remember to bring it then." he said. Which wouldn't be an issue, since he rarely was anywhere without it. It was as constantly on his person as his knife was. So, it would be a feat if he didn't remember it. "Anywhere I should meet you, or are you going to hunt me down?" he asked.

"Well, you could hunt me down but I think I'll just hunt you and then tap your shoulder and walk away. You can follow me somewhere away from people and we can do this." Christ, that just sounded like she was arranging for some secret romp, but maybe he wouldn't think of it like that. All she needed was to embarrass herself even more, because that was exactly what she needed.

"....sure, you do that." Caleb said, not sure how that was going to go, but whatever. he'd figure it out, now wouldn't he? And even if he did think the girl was a bit on the crazy side...that seemed to just be his lot in life. Maybe it was karmic balance for being a half demon or something.

She gave a shrug and finished the last bit of her food before doing the math in her head of how much it would come to plus the tip and put the money on the table. "I'll see you Tuesday then." Because really, they were done eating and he probably had other things to do, like walking along the beach.

He eyed her as she set the money on the table, which he still felt a little strange about. But ah well. "See you Tuesday." he agreed. And then wondered if he shouldn't just follow her just to be sure she didn't go back to that stupid beach. He really hoped not. Just because he could stalk people well didn't mean he especially wanted to.

She shot him a smile and then quickly picked up her things and headed out, thankfully she was heading the opposite way of the beach. Lucky for him. She was going to go back home and stare at the wall or something. Maybe even put some use to this laptop she had.