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So hungry.. so very hungry...

Vahn had left home a while ago. It was just supposed to be a short walk to the store, but upon arriving, realized he had not brought money with him. After an unsuccessful attempt to convince the cashier to just give him the food, Vahn left to find change. Surely people dropped change all the time?

This proved unsuccessful as well, an now he wandered the park, shoulders hunched, eyes bloodshot and feet dragging behind him.

Hungry.. so very hungry..

Suddenly, his nose caught a sweet scent. His ears twitched and tweaked, his nose sniffing the air. It smelled like cake! His stomach growled in desire. The lanky teen werewolf followed the scent to a girl by a fountain. Beside her, a container of the most delicious looking cupcakes. The girl looked ready to pass out, and those cupcakes were not being watched.
Vahn saw an opportunity. He crept down onto all fours, slowly creeping up beside the cupcakes, keeping a watchful eye on the girl, as is hand slipped up to grab what could be his lunch.

No sooner did he take his eyes off of her, did Vahn's hand become prisoner all of the sudden. "GAH!!" He yelped suddenly, his head jerking to the side to stare back at the black eyed girl. His gold flecked eyes stared, with a look that was either saying let me go and you don't get hurt, or please don't steal my soul.

The moment she let him go, his hands retreated to his person, and he stood up, taking a step back. His hands now safely behind his back, his gaze narrowed down at the girl. What was she doing? Was she going to taunt him? Reveal they were fake and this was all a ploy to catch would be cake thieves?

Yet, she offered him a cupcake.

He looked from the cake, to her and back to the cake a few times. He bent down, narrowing his gaze at the confection, sniffing at it as if it might be a trap. Finally, he picked it up with his thumb and forefinger, inspecting it as he straightened back up. His stomach gave a loud growl, as if to hurry the boy up.
At last, he popped the thing in his mouth whole, paper wrapping and all. Normally, he wasn't big on sweets. He didn't hate them, but they weren't his first choice of meal. Raw meat and potato chips were more his thing. But he was hungry, and the sweet scent of cake commanded him.

He chewed on his treat, staring down at the black eyed girl. He swallowed it with a loud gulp, licking his lips, a small bit of chocolate remained on his cheek. Such an animal.
He stared some more, tilting his head to the side. "Your eyes are weird. Can I have another?"

Manners, he has them.

Had he meant to hurt the girl's feelings? Quite honestly, he didn't intend to do anything but point out what seemed obvious to him. If she got hurt, it didn't matter much, especially since now he was offered the entire batch of cupcakes. "Frickin sweet." He smirked in a pleased manner as he picked up the container. All for him! No work needed!

He was in a good mood now, so he wasn't going to take off with her container. He would eat what was left, and then give back what was hers. Isn't he just the most thoughtful boy ever?

"Sho.." He started to ask, mid chew, "You like bladn?" He asked, nodding towards her roller blades.

Being the brute he was, Vahn had no way to sense anyone's discomfort. The fact the poor hurt teenager in front of him was inner angsting and obviously brooding over his insult, went unnoticed.
His empathy was astounding, no?

"Looks like a lot of work over nothing." He pointed out, stuffing another cupcake into his mouth. He stared down at the strange contraptions with a judgmental brow raised. "Is it really that fun?"
Looks dumb. Like, super dumb, he thought to himself.
Because a boy who spends 12 hours in front of a TV and the other 12 in bed really had the right to make judgement.

"Huh.." He commented idly, staring at a cupcake in his hand. He supposed some people might find enjoyment in allowing shoes with wheels to careen themselves down hills. People on TV seemed to like it, but usually the geeky weirdos from those retro movies.

Vahn cast a downward look to Seidh, crinkling his nose at her question. "A kid asked me that once. The answer is still nothing." Vahn got tired of standing up, sitting himself on the ground cross legged with the container laying on his lap. "I like TV. I can watch people act like fools and they don't expect me to say anything back." He wolfed down another cupcake (see whut I did thar?), before thinking more about this 'hobby' business.
"I don't get it. How can anything that takes effort be fun? ..Oh!" He stopped short, with a small gasp, snapping his fingers. "Except brushing my tail! That takes effort, and its fun." He nodded sagely before stuffing another cupcake in his mouth, looking proud. "So yeah, my hobby is brushing my fur, and watching TV. And sleeping."
He would never admit this to the crazy red head.

"Think so?" He asked with a hum, licking the frosting from a cupcake, seeming to be getting full of the confections. "Caaause I feel fantastic watching television. You have really dumb ideas." He said callously, finishing off the cupcake he had just licked the frosting off of.

"Hobbies sound complicated." He huffed, tossing the empty container aside. He made an irritated face, leaning his elbow on his knee and cupping his chin with his hand. "TV isn't a hobby, Brushing my tail isn't a hobby!" He huffed again, cleaning in between his teeth with a claw. "Why so many rules?"

"So tell me, chiccy, what do you consider a hobby?"

"Yep." He answered flatly. "Or at least I would if people weren't nagging me all the time." He growled in a mutter, picking his teeth again. As far as he was concerned, he was perfect. It was everyone else that was annoying and flawed. Where did they get their dumb ideas about how to live ones life?

He stared at her intently, his judgmental glare staying firm for a long while. Finally he huffed and leaned back on his hands. "So! What you're saying is, if I do one of these.. hobby things, people'll leave me alone already? You, Donovan, the crazy redhead?" He stood up suddenly, seemingly focused on a goal. "Okay. Fine. I'll show you I can do whatever, easy! And i'll be exactly the same person I always am. Fantastic feeling person." He said defiantly.

He picked up the container he had so carelessly tossed to the side. If there was one moral he stuck to, it was keeping the environment clean. Go figure.
"So, chiccy.. or uh, what's yer name?" He asked finally, "Take me to these so called places that have hobbies. A free one. I don't have money."