COLM MCCANN
“You’ll be grand, I’ll lend a hand if you need one, sure.” Colm said, shrugging. He was in normal Lit, but there was no harm in a little extra, especially if he was gonna be bored witless all night, every night.
“I might have to take you up on that offer. I mean I am up pretty often and yeah your right they can be pretty boring when everyone else is asleep Im used to being alone though that might just change.”
“It’s up to you, of course. Personally, I’m gonna miss being up to all hours in a pub; so any company will be better than none.” Colm began playing with Brook’s hair absentmindedly. It was very different to his own, slightly shorter and straight, compared to his curls.
@bpalmer - Brooks - I would have them say more, but I can’t think of much rn 
ONYX - Cafeteria
Onyx scanned the room intently. The weird guy had gotten up an left as soon as Onyx refused to, which they could feel relief running through their veins at. Despite not wanting to back down, Onyx didn’t want to get in a fight with anyone either. There were far too many people here. Any one of them could be a thief, potential attacker or worse. Onyx and to be on their guard and ready for anything at all times. they couldn’t allow themselves to be distracted… but it smells so good.
The smell of food, from breakfast cereal to toast to cooked meat and chips, all of it was washing over Onyx continuously. They watched with avid wonder despite themselves, only just keeping an eye out in case they were attacked. It was a habit that not even food could break. It was for this reason that Onyx noticed a giant of a man staring at them intently.
In a moment, Onyx was tense and wary, the entirety of their gaze and attention switching to this latest incomer. He didn’t have the aura of someone who wanted to attack them, but Onyx had too much experience to trust even the most innocent of creatures.
“Oh my gosh, sorry for staring. Umm, my name is Elliot, but my dad and sister call me Ell if you want.”
Ok, so he was a talker. Onyx filed the information away for later use, retaining their flat stare at the Elliot person, wondering when they were going to attack. His feet were placed in a weak, open position - one for idle conversation, rather than attack. Onyx took a small comfort in that, not allowing themselves to relax too much. They couldn’t trust anyone here.
“Oh also sorry if I come off as scary cuz of how tall I am, most people do, my dad, who is like, super tall, tells me it’s nothing to be worried about. My sister always says ‘You’ll be mistaken as a tree if you keep growing’ .”
That’s an understatement. Onyx felt like some kind of dwarf next to the guy. Being all of 4ft 10", Onyx barely managed to pass from ‘tiny’ into the realms of ‘small’. It was malnourishment’s fault, of course, but it was in moments like these, Onyx wished they had been gifted with Seamus’ height, rather than that of a child. Elliot continued on to describe how he wasn’t wearing uniform, something Onyx could clearly see, and that he was a bit of a blabbermouth. At both of these things, Onyx rolled their eyes, their wary expression falling into a frown.
“Hey you have pretty cool hair, sorry super random, umm, maybe do you want to eat with me? I could pay if you wanted, my dad gave me some money before I came. He said something like ‘I’m sure you’ll need it. And if for some reason you don’t, have some fun with your friends.’ hey that gets me thinking, do you wanna be friends? No pressure if you don’t, I don’t have any.”
Onyx was stumped at this. Majority of the people who had wanted to ‘eat’ with them in the past had most certainly wanted something very different, but they weren’t on the streets anymore. This was a school, and this Elliot guy was far too ‘nice’ looking to be any harm. He wanted a friend for gods’ sake. No sly person asks that. Unless he’s trying to fool them into letting their guard down and then being trapped. Onyx was hungry though. Maybe it’d be better to use Elliot to get food - keeping him at arm’s length, of course, and figure out how to survive in this wretched place. Standing, Onyx considered their words carefully, their feet automatically shifting into a position that allowed them to dart out of the way, should Elliot make an attack.
“My name is… Onyx,” They said, deciding it would be better to go with the truth here. “And sure, whatever. I’ll eat with you, but only if you’re paying. I have no money.” Onyx stated each fact simply. Unlike Elliot, they were not a talker. You really need to be nicer if you want him to help you. Onyx considered for a moment. With people like Elliot, they had learned it was better to get them rambling on about something or other, otherwise they would continue asking questions until they ran your head off.
“Are you new to the school?” Onyx asked at last, hoping that he wasn’t. They flicked some hair out of their eyes, straightening slightly, before spinning and walking towards the canteen ladies, glancing behind to make sure Elliot followed.
@eunoia - Elliot