I'm only slightly apologetic about it
Sun Oct 13, 2013 14:57

Killian could easily tell when he needed to back off a little. He didn’t prey on women, it wasn’t his style. He would flirt harmlessly with the sweeter girls, making sure that he didn’t lead them on to the point where he broke them. With the girls who knew exactly how to flirt back however, Killian played the game. Maybe it was a twisted thing to do, but so long as those girls knew he wasn’t serious it didn’t matter. Killian just liked flirting with people. What the Australian didn’t realize was that it was that exact mannerism that kept him on the outs with Serenity.

In any case, Pamela was one of those girls he would flirt with only to a point. He didn’t want to hurt her and she was someone he could hurt emotionally. Or so he believed. He had meant what he said about teaming together when it came to Charline, that girl kind of scared him. After their short interaction, Pamela murmured that the place looked nice and started towards it. He watched for a moment as the snobby people-eater followed with her head held high in the air. The Aquila swallowed, knowing that he was in some sort of trouble here.

He mumbled a curse and glanced up, praying to the heavens to give him some sort of mercy in this situation. A situation that he had thrown himself into. So really, if it all went to hell, Killian could only blame himself. For as smart as he was, the sixteen year old often found that he put himself in sticky situations. If he was lucky, the situation would be less sticky than others. Killian found himself crossing the street, the girls were already inside ahead of him. The boy took his sweet time walking into the diner, hoping the two girls (specifically Charline) wouldn’t kill each before he got there. As he walked in the door, he nearly ran into the hand holding out his jacket.

“Here, I will not be in need of it now. Thank you for your kindness.”

Killian took his jacket from Charline with a nod. Despite her words, the Aquila could tell he was not on the best of terms with the girl anymore. In fact, he was almost positive that if he had not taken his jacket when he had, that it may have hit the floor. Charline seemed absolutely disgusted by him. He wasn’t going to lie and say he was regretting the way he had treated her, but it really hadn’t been that bad. Sure, he’d whispered with Pamela a little bit. Charline acted as though it was the most insulting thing he could have done! Killian brushed it off and flung his jacket over his arm.

“Of course.” He said in response to Charline before addressing both girls once more. A glance around the quaint diner revealed tables and booths. Killian really wasn’t a table person, preferring the more comfortable booth seats; it would have been a problem had these been square booths. Thankfully however, this particular diner had round booths that allotted for three people to sit in a horseshoe shape and not have to sit too close to each other.

“Any objections to a booth?” said Killian, not wanting to suggest everything but assuming that the girls wouldn’t necessarily care. He really didn’t care about Charline’s opinion; she had shown that she was above everything so Killian figured that nothing would please her. In fact, the snobby people-eater probably thought that the diner was incredibly horrifying. It made him wonder why she was even on the Muggle street. The only opinion he cared about was Pamela’s, and even she didn’t seem terribly decisive. The Aquila felt as though she was mainly aiming to please people and stay in the background so that no attention was drawn to her person. Killian understood, but at the same exact time he didn’t. She was a nice girl, pretty in her own way. Why did she feel the need to hide?

Killian broke himself out of his thoughts as both girls replied that they were fine with the booth. He picked one a little bit farther away from people, making it easier for them to talk about magic if the topic came up. He didn’t need any nosy Muggles listening in to any conversation magic related or not. He slid into the bend of u-shape, figuring that separating the girls might be the best idea. He tossed his jacket on the window sill behind him and crossed his arms on top of the table. He looked around before glancing in between the females.

“This street seems to have a nice selection of places to eat,” Killian said, internally rolling his eyes at how stupid he sounded. “What else is there to do around here?”

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