Watch Out For Flying...Cars? [Open]

[oliver lee winchester]

"Well hey, you have to watch your back around some humans too." It was true, though. Even in a town of regular humans one had to watch out for muggers and the like.

"I look most like my dad, though fortunately I still have all of my hair." He stated with a chuckle, referring to the fact that his dad was slowly falling victim to male pattern baldness. "Both my sister and my mom have red hair, though I've gotten away from that gene, apparently." Oliver himself had blue eyes.

Oliver nodded with agreement and smiled. "Indeed, though you can't deny that it's cute." Kids really did say the darndest things, and Oliver knew through experience from his younger cousin, Kristy.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"Well, my dad had dark hair, and my mom had light brown. I think as far as hair went, all three of- well, no.. my other little sister had nearly white hair. Where that came from, who knows?" He asked with a smile. "But all their kids were exceptionally tall. And my sister is strikingly beautiful. I sometimes wonder if her twin would have been just as pretty. It not prettier, with her long white locks." He ran a hand up his arm, taking in a deep breath.

"I think you'd look fine with red hair." He said, smiling over at him. "Red hair is pretty. Especially with bright blue or emerald green eyes. I've seen some really pretty Irish girls who looked like that."

[oliver lee winchester]

"I'm about five inches taller than my sister. Apparently I get my height from my dad as well." It was funny how that worked. While his sister wasn't exactly short, Oliver was pretty tall. Though it probably didn't help that his figure in general made him look taller than he actually was.

"Well, that's true, though I'm not an Irish girl." He chuckled. "Though my sister does look pretty, I'll give that to her. Just so long as any guys that come near her treat her right..." Like most brothers, Oliver wouldn't deal with his older sister dating someone who abused her or anything of the like. Looking toward Baz, another question entered Oliver's mind. "How old was your other sister when she died?"

It was about this moment that Oliver realized that they were at the coffee shop. Oliver opened the door, and held it open for Baz. "After you."

[sebastian marque manneville]

"She was three." He said, then smiled at him. "Merci." He said, stepping into the warm shop. He rubbed his hands together, ordering his usual iced latte. Then handed the blushing girl behind the counter the money for both of their drinks. He took his, and wandered off to a table in the back, setting his books down. He sat his bag down next to him, then sat down.

"She uh.. we had this small line of woods behind our house. But it was on a rural street. And she wandered out one day and uh.. got eaten by a wolf." He took a sip of his drink, pulling his notebook out of his bag. He read over what he had written, and continued on his essay a bit before setting his pen down.

[oliver lee winchester]

Oliver frowned abruptly at this latest bit of news. "Only three?" It was bad enough when things like that happened, but to a three year old? That was even more tragic, since they had their whole lives ahead of them.

The nineteen year old ordered a coffee with cream and sugar, taking the warm beverage back to the table with him. He was lucky he hadn't started drinking anything when Baz's next words came out, as he likely would have had to spit it out in surprise. "She was eaten by a wolf?"

He took a shaky sip of his drink, still stunned at what he just heard. He watched as Baz pulled a notebook out of his bag and started working on something. "What are you working on?" He recalled Baz saying that he had homework to do, but he was wondering exactly what.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"Mhm. We found her body out in the back lawn." He took a long sip of his drink, knowing he should have gotten decaf. But he could use all the energy he could get. He would be up late tonight.

"It's an essay on Oliver Twist and how being an orphan has changed from then to now." He said with a nod. "Even if he was more or less an apprentice. But you can't tell the teacher that when you're as illiterate as I am, now can you?" He asked with a half smile. He took another sip of his drink, then rummaged through his bag a minute before pulling out a little bag of Cheese Nips. He opened it up and took one out, setting it between them.

"Help yourself. I really don't need them anyways." He said with a laugh.

[oliver lee winchester]

Oliver couldn't believe the question he was about to ask, but, given the town that they lived in, even if neither of them were from it originally... "Regular wolf or werewolf?"

Oliver let out a laugh. "Guess you can't. They'd probably just brush you off, but at least you know you're right, and that's what matters." Oliver shrugged and took another sip of his coffee. He probably should have gotten decaf as well, but it wasn't as if it were 11pm at night. Oliver had been drinking coffee from the time he was fourteen on, so it wasn't like he wasn't used to it.

Cheese nips? This guy was offering up cheese nips? Well, how could he refuse, honestly? "Don't mind if I do. Thank you very much." Oliver took a handful and began to nibble on the delectable treats.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz shrugged. "Who knows? All I know is a wolf of some type ate my sister. And I haven't really had the desire to find out who it was. I don't see what would really be the difference anyways. Either way you think about it, they were doing what they know to by instinct."

He smiled at his next comment. "That's why my essay is about how the book was about him being an apprentice instead of an orphan. Technicalities can really come back and bite the teacher in the butt, eh?" He took a long sip out of his cup and realized it was gone. He shook the cup and sucked on the straw again before setting it down.

[oliver lee winchester]

Oliver nodded. "I can understand that." If anything like that were to happen to his sister, he wouldn't care what type of animal did it...only about what happened to his sister. In the end, what happened was terrible, and it didn't matter the specifics.

Oliver smirked. "They really can. I bet the professor's not going to expect that one out of you." Then again, Oliver was quite an odd specimen in most of his classes as well. Most of the concepts he seemed to catch on to much easier than the rest of the students in his class.

[sebastian marque manneville]

He laughed, walking back to the counter to get another coffee and a couple of doughnuts. He walked back, handing one to the boy before sitting back down. "Tell me- why does that seem like something you would do? The antics you would pull?" He asked with a sly smile, then took a bite of the doughnut. When he was studying, or doing homework, he ate like the food was going somewhere. And he ended up running it all off later. He looked back down and continued to write in his neat, tiny left-handed print. He took a sip of his coffee before folding his arm and laying his head on it, writing carefully on the paper.

"So, have you ran into any weirdos?" He asked, continuing to write.