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Hijiri, at any other time, probably would have been offended at his music being called, 'noise', but as he was riding the high of a piece well played, he simply smiled and purred to Kaine, "Da~re~~?"

The violinist gave the boy a brief smile, eyes flashing. There... was something wrong with his left eye, it seemed, but it was hard to place what exactly was weird about it...

"Pleasure to meet you, Draco~" he chirped. Part of him wondered if he was going to go through the, 'Hey! You look just like Hisoka!' thing, but another part concentrated more on the newcomer, wondering why he was edging away. then again, a lot of people edged away from the over-friendly Kaine but still....





((Yes, Hijiri sees the 'molestation' as 'overfriendliness.' xd ))

The cat blinked, moving to put the violing back on the wall for now. He was feeling rather light headed, so he wasn't sure if it was a good thing to try and hold the instrument at the moment.

Barely catching the conversation that went on between the two, he just smiled and shrugged. Meeting new people was much better than bothering his two friends after all. He needed to tell Kaine how good he thought the fox was at singing, but as he felt terribly incoherent, it might be better not to try to praise such magnificent singing now.

"Hm~? Alright, thass fine~" he agreed to the conversation he was not included in, sitting on the floor to catch his breath. "Kaine-chan'll come back later, and Draco'n I can talk for a while?"

Even though Hijiri tended to be good at reading people, he missed the slight shift of Kaine's behavior, focused more on how to breathe properly than who was going where or why. He could feel the blood pounding dully through his head, every nerve tingling. Part of him wanted to study the newcomer more, the pale skin and fine hair had caught his eye, but he was still nervous about his current state. Unsure about this Draco's strength, he really didn't want to freak the boy out with his eye.

He also wasn't sure how the demon would react if the boy was attractive. yes, this was a big worry.

The insults barely dented Hijiri's ego; the boy was almost used to slander, being an orphan who rode entirely on scholarships as well as a star violinist merged with a devil.

"raven-san found you, didn't she?" he replied smoothly, finding his eyes rising to meet the lamia's. Hijiri had found out verbal warfare was much more successful when eye contact was made. Not that the violinist was trying to incite conflict. Okay, maybe he was. He didn't mind arguing, it made life much more interesting. "I could say the same to you."

"Breed means nothing if the product is rotten, sweetheart," he purred, standing. Hijiri judged that he was a bit taller, just a little older than this brat, but that never really meant much to Hijiri anyway. "Of course, if you're in a padded world of pedigree, it's hard to see the festering. You tend not to notice the stench until you step into fresh air."

His left eye felt as if was swirling, half of the world painfully sharp while the other side remained blurred, almost muffled in comparison. He didn't dislike this boy, but it was damn hard not to sneer, Hijiri so sick of elitist tendencies (forgetting the violin diva within him).

The response was a slit-eyed grin, kitten quickly closing the space between them. "Don''t misunderstand, little Lordling or whatever title you want-- I am what I am. I exist, and that''s more than enough for me."

"So tell me what''s so special about family and prestige, Draco," he smiled with a purr, tone only slightly mocking and Draco''s name dropping so casually from his lips. "Since I have neither."