Keida woke up with poison still in his blue veins. The summer sun hadn't really had the chance to lick at the popular skin with its neglected complexion. Not that he'd had a lack of tongues and saliva on him. He sat up alone. Didn't really care to bring fare back to where he lived. The wholesome surroundings didn't always lend itself well to the kind of freedom he preferred. He grunted and rubbed his right eye. When he parted his rows of lashes and the ember of an intrusive day-streak splashed his golden irises it was as though he'd taken the sun itself to bed. It was what the girls in the club saw, bright stars in the smoke and lasers, and why they'd let him sleep over, if he wanted. Usually Keida wanted to.<br/><br/>He'd skipped out yesterday. It had been three nights and no homegrown pillow. Despite his far-off orbits he liked to try and have a semblance of belonging somewhere. His childhood room was as nostalgic as anything could be. Looking around the stretched-out boy with long muscles and newly woken cadence, it would be hard to know he'd been one for collecting plastic cars and idol-cards. After his purge that his mother could never explain, there was now only clothes and a matrasses as well as a singular chest in a corner. Rambunctious child.<br/><br/>He was wondering what café he should have his late breakfast from when he leaned his cheek to the windowsill. He huffed with an old smile. Haley. Hanging around Cain's house again. He laughed to himself and felt a calm tinged with bitterness while she tried her luck in all the glass surfaces. Eventually she arrived at what he'd already guessed. Cain like to run to the lake on days he didn't have practice, and have a dip before walking home.<br/><br/>Something about her seemed more ceremonious than usual. He much favored her leather jacket, but he supposed she'd waste away in this weather if she covered up like that. His sordid heart pumped his waking blood faster through its chambers. Why was this image so disturbing. He got up and into a pair of ruined jeans. He pulled a blue t-shirt on, it's fit underlining the prettiness of his build without clinging. A quick brush for breath and some attention to his trademark messy hair, and he was out his door.<br/><br/>"He's out." he said, blade of fingers over his brow to shadow his yellow eyes. It meant he brought night over his vision. He looked wicked, despite his lazy, almost bothered expression. He'd always liked Haley. Haley had always like Cain. And then Keida didn't play with toy cars anymore. On stilt legs he jogged over to her and tapped her shoulder like they were soccer mates.<br/><br/>"What's got your face so long, Haley?" he asked. His lewd lips kept their composure when he realized. This was a matter of intimacy, then, with her sunday dress and her disappointment. How long had this been going no? No. Cain wouldn't have stood her up. This was-- her initiative? His empty stomach rolled with the need to evacuate whatever it could conjure out of its walls. He coughed subtly into his hand. Smelled like peppermint. He should have been happy for her. She'd never been a brave girl in these regards. How long had she meander? How long had he been looking for adventure between other girl's legs?<br/><br/>But he wasn't happy. He was vengeful. He leaned lower to look her in the eye, and wore a wicked fold on the corner of his mouth. It would usually be enough to draw short skirts closer. If she felt it, Haley wouldn't recognize the impulse anyway, but it would do something to her. He wanted to ruin her for her unfaithful heart. He wasn't going to be his dismissive self to her anymore. She was fast earning a different lesson.<br/><br/>"How about we go inside and you can wait for him. I'll buy you breakfast." which was a euphemism for I'll see what I have in the fridge that doesn't need cooking. At this distance his eyes would be daunting, dark gold in clear lacquer, and that gray to red hair with its fantastical effects in the sunlight. The wide cut of the shirt showed off his collabones and the skin underneath, ridges girls wanted to hold on to. He graced her jaw and smiled wider, it was both friendly and cruel. "Comon. It'll be like old times."