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The boil could feel the blood rush to his face and ears, ducking his head down as if to hide... in plain sight. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he didn't honor the other boil with a response. He wasn't going to get too riled up, especially not by him.

"Oh, come now, Damien. Don't be like that, he is a really nice guy if you get to know him. He only has that resting b***h face because that's just how he is. He uses his angry, grumpy face to dissuade others from getting close to him. People think he’s angry all the time, but he just gets embarrassed when he doesn’t know how to talk to people. Supreme social awkwardness is often mistaken for the eccentric sociopathic tendencies."

"BRENNA!" The boil exclaimed only to be returned with a chuckle, glancing quickly to the boil and then to his sister. Did she just seriously throw him under the bus!? What the jack!

"And! AND! Why are you keeping you eyes like that?" She pointed out, marching over to him. "Damien, see this?" She pointed to his face, red flush across his face, brows knitted together, ears flat against his head. "His eyes only do this when he is uncomfortable or guarded or really angry. Brother, has he ever seen your real eyes? Hmmmm?"

Why?... Why was she meddling? Why was she... Ugh, this is so her! There was no mother around to wrangle her or control her, she was free to do whatever she wanted without consequences. If Damien could tell, he was giving very pleading looks to change subjects. Any subject.

He failed to choke down a very pitiful whine.

"Oh, child, it is very unlady like to say that word. Don't say such things." Brenna spoke, her voice a mocking imitation of an authority figure, her hands up flapping as if they were talking. She rolled her eyes shaking her head at it. "But that's what it is, he just has this perpetual fixed frown and stern look, what else could you call it?" The ghoul giggled as she hugged the tall boil's arm, he letting her do so with his own eye roll. She was content and so happy.

Uru flinched at Damien's interest in the discussion. Why, Brenna, in Hecate's name would you bring that up? The pair of them stood before him, looking up at him and he could not help but feel flushed, embarrassed, and eyes averted. He could hear his sister's soft, pining whimpers, could almost feel the quiver of her lower lip and her eyes growing into wide saucers. Curse her. Curse her and her eyes. With an exaggerated sigh, running his hand through his long, blue-dyed hair, he closed his eyes before opening them.

As his eyes opened, the golden eye's perimeter began to become encroached by a soft cold, blue. A sunburst of gold flared from the center of his blue eyes until the pair almost matched; flicks of gold and green where the two pigments collided like when oceans meet.


"These are my eyes. They flash their solid color when I am angry or... guarded. Like she said." He gestured with his chin to his sister. What he didn't mention was that it was also when he was the most vulnerable. The most trusting.

"But they look amazing, Uru. They're beautiful, you shouldn't hide them for any reason. I mean, Damien is the nicest person, beside you, that I know." They both turned their gaze to their companion. Strangely, Uru actually was curious what the boil thought about it. As a demon, they were naturally talented in magics. The only ones he ever cared to learn were illusionary, ones that hide himself. After all, that was what he was good at - hiding himself.





"It's been almost a year since I've seen you, brother. Our phone calls are hardly a substitute to be able to touch you and see you. Plus, you certainly smell different now; you still smell like you but you don't have that smell of sadness or anger anymore." Brenna hugged his arm tight to her chest. "This is better." The boil placed a gentle hand on her head.

His eyes fell back to the way they were; the golden flared back the wave of blue and the blue swallowed back the sunburst, returning to their solid gold and blue. Blinking a few times, he shook his head. The fact that Damien said that he looked less intimidating, less grumpy, was enough reason to put back on his mask. Crossing his arms across his chest, "I don't use it too much, myself. I prefer my fists and fangs, they get the job done just fine."

Uru noticed the impatience of the other boil which made him also uncomfortable.

"Damien. I'll give my sister the rest of the tour. Didn't mean to burden you, I should have been better prepared to greet her this morning." Uru apologized, shuffling his hands into his pockets. Didn't seem like he could decide where to put them; across his chest, around his sister, on his sides, in his pockets...

Brenna looked to her brother, his voice certainly changed from the rough and tough guy to a more... sincere and apologetic tone. Tilting her head, she glanced back to boil. He was shifting his weight as if he was ready to go somewhere. He was impatient. Well, if Uru wasn't so darn stoic and, as the monster hellhound had said, 'had a' chew toy shoved up his rear end', he would be doing the same. Then again, he had always been patient with her, but who was to say what a year away from the structured pack life does to a hellhound. Especially to a heavily socially necessary species. Grabbing onto Uru's shoulder, she hoisted herself up and over, perching on his shoulders, hand on the top of his head.

"I suppose you're right. Sorry for keeping you for so long, Damien. How about we meet again some time? I'm here for the Open House before I have to go back home, but maybe we can get coffee some time."

"No."

"Lunch?"

"No."

"Can I go for a walk?"

"No, you'll hold his hand."

"How about I lock you in the room and do all of the above anyway?"

Uru grumbled.

"Sure, you know where to find me!" She shouted, waving her hands wildly in the air with a huge grin on her face.

"No he doesn't..." Uru muttered, clutching her legs tight so she wouldn't fall.

"I'll be at the Demon's dorm! I'll be in Uru's room, I'll let you in!"

"No you won't..." He added quietly, mostly for Brenna to hear. The demon turned to walk off with his sister propped on his shoulders, but it would seem like she was persistent on the idea of making plans.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" She shouted, the boy off in the distance at this point. Turning back to her brother, placing her hands carefully ontop of his head with a smile on her face. She was glad that she came, she made a new friend outside of the estate, and she was with her brother. So everything felt right, at the moment. "I have a date tomorrow." Uru gave her a noncommittal huff as he walked. "Oh, so you're back to your monosyllable grunts? Okay, that's fine. Let's get back to your place. I wanna roll all over the place and see Fraustus and Aster."

"Ready?"

"Ready for wha-" Uru held on tight as he charged off to the dorms with a wildly flailing girl clutching on for dear life.