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[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica stared from Jay's hands to his own. "Clean." He repeated, feeling a little like a child who had been reprimanded. They were both clean. Of course they were. Why wouldn't they be? Just because they felt wet and dirty and slimy and icky didn't mean anything was wrong with them. "Yeah. They're clean." He agreed slowly, once against refusing the urge to tear off a piece of skin and show Jay that no, no his hands weren't clean and they never would be clean if he didn't get all of this off.

Nice hands? Nice hands. He wanted to shout that they should stop talking about his hands. He wanted to lop them off so that they couldn't get more dirty. Would they grow back? Why did his father have to him as a son? Why couldn't he have just been one species or the other? With the questions filling his head he tried to focus his attention back to the dragon. "I'd really enjoy that." He smiled widely, trying to forget about his hands and the questions. He didn't want to keep sulking when Jay was trying to cheer him up.

The doll grinned. Hack job?! She smoothed her dress out. This kid could insult a lady with the best of them, couldn't he? "At least I'm not a pathetic example of my species." She retorted. Rosie wasn't all that sure if that insult even fit in this scenario. Were porcelain dolls a species? If so, was she the only one in it? She was certainly probably the only one alive (unless in some far off land there was a female demon with the same trait carrying around a doll).

Honored? She was, wasn't she? It was true that she quite preferred Maria over Ithica, but perhaps that was because Maria wasn't so obnoxiously nice. Gentle? Kind? She frowned, crossing her arms. Just because she teased her owner didn't mean she didn't honor him did it? Of course not. Ithica knew that she didn't mean all the harsh things she said, didn't he? Instead of all the clarifying things she could have said, "You haven't met a lot of people" came out. Ithica was nice most of the time, but he had put her together with hot glue and needles while she was still Animated. That wasn't nice or kind or gentle.

At the light tone the dragon assumed next she raised her eyebrows. Was he crazy? Bipolar? What the hell was wrong with this kid? He was snarling at her one second and then acting warm and friendly and grateful the next. Sheesh. What a character.

Dignified! Awesome! Original! Strong! Ithica giggled girlishly because, as it's been said before, he got dazed at compliments. He shook his head, trying to regain his scattered sense of masculinity. That giggle had not been dignified. Yet another way he didn't live up to the challenges set forth by his name - but then, neither did Jay, did he? "I am pretty awesome, aren't I?" It was a rhetorical question of course because this half-demon happened to be spectacular. Well, he knew that he was the best Ithica Pettineo that Jay was likely to meet.

It's got him pegged? Him? Ithica jumped up and down happily. Ha! Ha! "Does that mean you lloovvee me, Jay?" Ithi teased playfully. He stopped jumping, choosing instead just to fidget around happily. It was very hard for him to stand still when he was happy, especially when he hadn't taken his ADHD medicine in about ten or so days. He lost count sometimes.

Rosie scoffed. "I've met Anns tougher than you." It wasn't entirely the truth since she wasn't sure how strong the boy was. But there had been one little doll that had stepped Ithica multiple times with a needle before he finally got control of his trait and put her down.

He stopped his tapping as soon as he finally understood what was being said. Nasty doll? She was a little mean... a lot mean. He stepped quickly away from the wall, raising his raw hands and shaking his head quickly. "No no no! Don't think like that! I don't hurt myself that much!" That made him sound like he was some.. some... somebody who hurt themselves. He sighed, resuming his place leaning face against the wall. Maybe he did hurt himself too much.

Ithica stopped his panicking. He's not going to storm out over what? Had he stopped just because Rosie was special to him? He tilted his head as Jay apologized. "Don't be sorry if you didn't know." He couldn't remember the boy's exact shbeil on apologizing, but he was pretty sure that could fit decently. Sure. "She was my mother's. I used to take Rosie out and sit with her and talk with her all the time. She was my mother's favorite."

At first the statement was lost on Ithica. Since when had they started talking about baseball? He turned his face towards the boy, confusion apparent. He was about to ask what he meant when it dawned on him. Those teams. "I have... a girlfriend.." He muttered, entirely unsure about that statement. Did Sophie count? They hadn't been talking much. "Actually. I'm not very sure about that. I don't play baseball well."

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Oh the sound of breaking dishes.

Feeling like an ass for putting Ithica through the hand thing he sighed and turned back to his now empty plate. Guess he failed at being a brother after all even if it was to a random stranger. He should just stick to the things he knew, being a jerk. He went about listening and moving for a little while wondering if he wasn’t meant to be in a place like this. A humble abode filled with banter and happy smiles between two friends. But he couldn’t think like that right now he had to focus on cheering Ithica up even if he was horribly bad at it. He grinned at Ithica hoping that someday he did find a way to stop the nice half demon from hurting his poor hands.

“At least I am a species. One that can reproduce and move around without someone else’s special powers.” He snarled wanting to throw her against a wall. Stupid ugly doll Turning back to Ithica with a happy smile he knew this game having played it often back home. He could be a sweet as fresh harvested honey when he needed it. And if you wanted to appease someone and make sure they thought that everything they said was right you did so. Then when they weren’t looking you let out your rage to someone you could trust. Usually Jeremy was that person and most times they’d get in trouble because Jeremy would start laughing. Jerk always ruining the game.

The doll was talking to him yet again. Sighing he glanced down at her again. “I’ve met plenty of people and most of them aren’t worthy of the dirt on his shoes. You snotty little rag.” And back to smiling and complimenting to Ithica before he left the doll to stop the tennis match of which Jay he’d play. He chuckled a bit as Ithica bounced around happily with the compliments. Didn’t take much to make this guy happy that was for darn sure. Just as he was about to make a comment on how bouncy Ithica was being the half demon dropped that little tease into the mix. Blushing fiercely he jerked his attention to the floor.

“O-oof course I don’t! I barely even know you.” He bit out his grip tight on his plate and fork, and with demon doll’s remark it pushed him just enough. The plate crack into three pieces falling to the floor to crash and the fork bent in half. He cursed loudly before dropping his knees to pick up the mess on the floor. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Usually it took a bit more for him to lose control like that but plates were fragile things, but the fork? Maybe the doll was bothering him more than he thought, or the dread the dream had descended upon him hadn’t lifted like he’d hoped.

“Stupid evil doll gonna rip it in half.” He grumbled to himself as he tried to scoop the plate pieces into a small pile. After scooping it all up he stood then moved to interfere with the head banging. Sighing at Ithica’s response he shook his head and moved to the kitchen sink. Didn’t hurt himself that much the guy clawed at his hands until they were raw meat and banged his head against a wall. None of that was healthy and were signs of serious mental problems. But he wasn’t about to spout any of that out, nope he was trying to be nice for a change. Turning back to face the half demon he pushed yet another smile.

“Yeah I didn’t know, but I still shouldn’t insult and start fights with a …” He wanted to say thing, or object or personal belonging but none of that seemed to fit. “With a being that means so much to you.”

When it came to the girl thing he blushed again and then it was his turn to want to bang his head against the wall. “Yeah, I didn’t mean that I wanted…with you…Or anything. I was…” Trying to be funny? Tell you I bat for both teams? He sighed again suddenly feeling tired when he knew he shouldn’t. “Yeah, um congrads on the girl friend thing.” Jay rubbed the back of his neck staring at the floor his light comment suddenly becoming very awkward.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]

[Ithica Pettineo]

Rosie couldn't argue with his logic. He was a species, and she was just an object that was alive until Ithica decided otherwise. He was alive all the time until he died. He was something, and she was nothing. She frowned feeling rather frustrated that she couldn't find something to retort with. Stupid dragon with his stupid technicalities. She didn't like him so much anymore, and would much prefer the girl who had screamed at the sight of her. Hmph.

How much dirt did Ithi have on his shoes? She glanced over to the shoes caked with dried mud. Why had he started on shoes? "I'm not a rag. I'm porcelain." She stood up on the bed, not liking how he was towering over her. Even with her standing up he was taller than she was but she felt a little better. "Or can you not see the difference?" She asked sweetly. "With an eye like that it must be hard." Did she feel guilty about making fun of him for something that wasn't his fault? Not at all. He had called snotty.

Ithica frowned. Barely even knew him? Sure, that was true, but it didn't stop it from hurting. Because Jay had confided in him, and he was still just someone he barely knew? He jumped at the sound of crashing dishes. Had he upset the volatile dragon that much? It had just been a little harmless tease. Why did he have to shoot him down like that? How not very nice. He pouted childishly. "Not even platonically?"

"Don't worry about the dishes." He smiled at the boy. "I know you didn't mean to break them. I'm sorry that I keep embarrassing you." Ithica put his hands behind his pocket determined not to scratch them anymore. Maybe he could ignore that his hands existed and they'd be okay. "You're strong compared to everybody else in this dorm. Congratulations!" He did a thumbs up before putting his hands back in his pockets.

"It's fine. You didn't know." Ithica slid down so that he was sitting with his back against the wall. He looked up at Jay. "Rosie is pugnacious. She'd pick fights with a mouse if the opportunity came about." Ithi grinned. "And she started picking on you first. I really am sorry about that. I didn't know she'd act like that." Of course, Ithi hadn't done anything to stop her. Ah well.

He frowned as Jay hit his head. He flicked the boy's leg gently. "You can't do that if I can't." Ithi smiled, then the smile dropped as Jay explained why he was hitting his head. His face burned. He shook his head rapidly. "No!" He scooted a little farther away, completely embarrassed. Had it sounded like he meant it that way? Because he most certainly had not!

The urge to claw his hands was getting harder to resist. "I know you didn't mean that! Why would you? I'm just Ithica!" He put his face in his hands. Awkward. Why did Jay always have to make things so awkward? He tried to regain his composure. "I just didn't know what you meant...and I-I meant t-that.." that being like that wasn't an option? that he was wishing he hadn't fallen for a confusing girl? "Nevermind! My daddy would be happy if I were gay though."

He poked his feet. "Erm.. don't congrats me. Because I don't even know. She asked me to be her boyfriend--" After she had kissed him! Was that allowed?! He had no say in his first kiss! Unfair. Unfair unfair unfair! "--and then I ran away. After saying yes.." He wasn't sure why he was confiding all of this in Jay. Maybe because he didn't have any other friends to turn to - Rosie was biased because she didn't like Soph, and Aponi would tear his head off if he harmed her. He had no intention, but Soph had been the first person to stir those kinds of feeling in him.

In his life. And that terrified him. There were many things he didn't understand in this world. Love just happened to be one of them. He would ask Jay about his love life in the form of baseball metaphors, but it sounded vaguely creepy in his head 'hey little boy, you out playing or sitting on the bench' so he took the indirect direct approach. That one was a winner.

"What about you?"

[this post was not a winner. >___<]

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Love, all you need is love. Love is all you need.

He rolled his eyes at her defense that she was porcelain and sneered at her. “Porcelain is made from clay and glass. Clay is well dirt. Glass is from sand which is also dirt. So all in all you’re made of dirt and your clothes? Rags. So I see you just fine.” Grinning evilly he strode away from her only to face Ithica. Why did the man have to say such odd things that only served to confuse him? Ithica’s expression looked hurt that Jay didn’t love him and that only added to the fuel that ended up breaking the dishes. Could the only thing he do was mess up? Seriously.

“I don’t love people. Only person I’ve ever cared for I’m banned from seeing. So love? No. I don’t. But don’t take it personally. I’m not a loveable person.” Dishes in hand he didn’t look the man in the eye as he went to the sink. Then realized he should probably just dump them in the trash but with Ithica’s affinity toward inanimate objects he felt bad for even thinking about throwing them away. Maybe he can fix them later with super glue or something. At Ithica’s apology he sighed feeling stupid that the half demon even felt the need to apologize when he was the one who needed to. The congrats seemed forced and fake to Jay but maybe he was just in a foul mood because of that rotten child’s toy.

“She’s not the only feisty one. I get in fights a lot too, because if you haven’t noticed I have a big mouth.” He grinned at Ithica but turned to glare at the doll. “And don’t worry about it. It’s her issue not yours. Just because you brought her to life doesn’t make you accountable for every little thing she does.”

He held his breath for a moment to calm himself and to not sigh for the millionth time that morning. Wait, what was going on? Why was Ithica freaking? Backing up into the wall as Ithica freaked a bit about something his mind raced to catch up. What had he said to trigger the poor half demon? The wanting him thing; that had to be it! She was not at all used to this much drama this early in the morning. “Okay, Ithica it’s okay! Calm down. I’m not mad. I’m sorry I said anything. I was just trying to joke around. I didn’t mean for you to take it seriously.” Covering his face with his hands he groaned not believing this at all. From last night to this morning it had just been plain weird.

Then the ranting began and the pouring out of Ithica’s girl problems just flowed forth. Eye wide Jay stood there listening and watching in shock. Where in heck had this come from? “Well, I’m sure that you’re dating if you said yes. But you should probably talk to her again…soon.” He ran away? That was, well, odd. He’d never heard of someone running away after getting a girl friend or boy friend. Usually they stuck around and cooed over each other or something else lovey dovey. Course Ithica didn’t ring normal boy friend material to him, so he kept his mouth shut.

“Me? Um, no. No girl friend, no boy friend, single.” As usual. He’d never been in a relationship his entire life, but that was okay. It wasn’t like he was old or anything. Sixteen, he had plenty of time to get into a relationship. Yep, plenty of time. He shuffled his feet as he stared at the floor trying to convince himself it was no big deal. It wasn’t working too well.

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[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica shrugged at Jay's comment to not take it personally. "The love part wasn't what I took personally." He corrected, poking at his foot. He felt like an idiot for taking things to heart so easily, but he couldn't help it. He had always taken what people said to him personally, and he always felt miserable when he couldn't correct it. And it wasn't like Jay had meant anything by his 'I barely know you' statement. It wasn't a criticism. But now he looked like a weird old man who got his feelings hurt easily. "I, er, get emotional around bacon?" His voice got suspiciously high in the middle of the sentence. Just once Ithica wished he could lie and it not be obvious.

He hugged his knees to his chest and smiled up at the boy. "I disagree about you not being lovable. I guess that's just me... I tend to love everyone I meet." How could he not when he met such spectacular people? Ithica felt his mood lift but this time he didn't trust it since his happiness had been very fickle as of late. He would have commented about Jay's brother being lucky to be loved by him, but he decided to leave it just in case the dragon exploded because the half-demon did tend to say the wrong things. All the time. "Jay Erastus sounds better than Ithica Erastus anyway."

The half demon laughed and put his chin on his knees. He didn't think he had witnessed Jay's 'big mouth', albeit for maybe a few lines last night. Maybe more than a few lines. Okay, so Jay had a big mouth. He almost made a comment about something so feisty being that small, but immediately pushed the thought out of his mind because with his luck Jay would be the only dragon who didn't need to eat charcoal to burn him to a crisp. "'Big' is a little bit of an understatement." He joked. Ithica smiled as Jay told him that Rosie's behavior wasn't something he was accountable for.

"I know that I shouldn't apologize for it." Man, this guy sure was a stickler about that wasn't he? Although Ithica had, by earlier reflecting on his habit of apologizing very often, realized that he said it a lot for things that weren't directly his fault. Just indirectly. He was the hidden variable from Statistics classes. "If you really want to scare her you can put her in a room full of cats." Ithi didn't know if the doll was afraid of every cat, but he did know that she was absolutely terrified of the one he kept at his dad's house. That was probably because Moose chased her around the house and liked to corner her and bite and scratch.

He wasn't going to admit that he did that just to make her shriek. He also wasn't going to admit that he had tried to drown her once. He would also deny any knowledge of leaving her in a closet full of spiders. And he'd be damned to owning up about gluing her back together and stitching her while she could still feel. Hey, he needed to take his frustrations out on something. Why not something that wouldn't fight back? Ithica always felt terrible afterward but he wasn't sure because he had hurt her or if he felt terrible because it meant that he wasn't as kind as he liked to believe.

Oh well.

"Oh. You were joking.." Ithica grinned, rubbing his neck sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I always laugh when people are being serious and they get mad at me. But then I panic and think people are being serious when they're joking." It was the same with sarcasm. And anyway sarcasm just wasn't very nice. "I wish I could read people's minds or something to know when they're joking." He fidgeted and wondered if maybe he really should take his medicine. After Jay left of course, because a medicated Ithica was not a very fun Ithica. Of course, an unmedicated Ithica was a moody emotional freak.

Noting Jay's awkward advice his laughter resumed. "I guess I'm just not very good with people." He shrugged again. Between the lack of understanding jokes and running away from his girlfriend he had to wonder if he was meant to be an extrovert. "And that's okay about not having one." Sophie was his first and he was almost twenty. Twenty? "I'm old.." The realization filled him with dread. He counted on his fingers the number of months until his birthday. "Oh gosh! I have to write a will! I have to order a cane!" Panic. "A walker! A wheelchair! A nursing home room!"

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Willy Wonka is a half demon.

“You didn’t take the love part personal…then what part did you take personal?” Confusing just plain confusing why didn’t he ever meet people that were normal? Just simple straight forward people that didn’t confuse him or frustrate him or have weird dolls that pissed him off to no end. And then Ithica went on to say something about bacon but Jay was to concentrated trying to figure out what the half demon was talking about.

There wasn’t just up and down with this man but sideways, and slantways, and longways, and backways and squareways, and front ways, and any other ways that you can think of. He was going nuts, why did he know this? He was quoting Willy Wonka, that’s how. Ithica reminded him a bit of Willy Wonka but if that was a good or bad thing he couldn’t decide.

He chuckled rolling his head back wondering where and how he found such people. First it was that crazy demon lady who he wanted to kill, and now the nicest being in the universe finds him. Such polar opposites yet both weird and oddly connected. “Jay Erastrus? Well, that might sound out but that’s not my full name I don’t know how Jadyn Erastrus sounds.” That was a display toward Ithica that Jay was beginning to trust him or at least want him to know his true name so he could be found later. It was easier to find people if you had the right names for them. “But I think your name fits you and it goes well together.”

Making his way back to the bed he glanced at the doll before stopping to stare at Ithica as he mentioned something about cats. “I bet dogs could scare her. Turn her into a chew toy. Or I could put her in a furnace then she’d melt.” He grinned evilly at the doll. “You could meld her into something else and then bring her back to life. Maybe she won’t be mean in her new body.” Rocking on his heels he flicked a mischievous smile to Ithica wondering if he’d play along or get all emotional again. He seriously needed to find a mean person to be friends with and taunt people meanly with them. What was the point of trying to taunt people of some overly nice person always ruined it?

Jay sighed listening to Ithica apologize yet again and look all sheepish too. “No big deal. I guess I need to learn not to joke around certain people. Or maybe next time I’ll warn you that I’m only kidding.” He grinned trying to get the conversation back on track. If there ever was a track that is. “It’s better to be cautious then jump to conclusions I know I do that all the time. Jump the gun and simply hate people. It’s easier that way.” With a shrug he searched and found his shoes and slipped them on. It was rude to impose upon people too long and he had taken advantage of Ithica for long enough.

Just as he was about to speak Ithica suddenly started panicking about being…old? “Ithica, you-“ Still rambling. “Ithica, you’re-“ Nope still going on. “Erastrus!” That should get the ranting half demon’s attention if not Jay was so going to throw the doll at him. “You’re not old for goodness sakes! You don’t have gray hair nor do you have wrinkles. Thus you are nowhere near being old.” This guy was freaking nuts.

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[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithi smiled at the dragon. He didn't want to be vague about what had upset him, but he didn't want to say it. Especially not aloud, because even internally it sounded stupid. "It was just that you said we were like strangers." He shrugged and crossed him arms. It was a stupid reason to get upset and, figuring that the boy didn't seem to be all that clever at putting things together, Ithi figured that he should probably explain. And then perhaps apologize for being so rude to him in his thoughts.

"It's not a big deal." Ithi rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "You told me about yourself. Your father, your brother, and... well, you know. I didn't think that I was still considered a stranger by you." Of course, Ithica did have a tendency for people to tell him intimate things about themselves. Maybe he had a kind face. Or maybe he just met people who bursting at the seams to tell their troubles to somebody who was too kind to judge them. "It was just a misunderstanding." He grinned at Jay because he didn't want to talk about him being a stranger.

"Jadyn?" Like Jade! And his last name was Amethyst. Ah, that perfect. "Jadyn Erastus doesn't sound as well as Jay had." Ithica stood back up and followed Jay to the bedroom, leaning against the door. He wondered if he was aware of the mineraltastic name he had, or if it was just Ithica's bizarre mind taking things that didn't belong together and pushing them. "My name is too Greek." That was his biggest issue. "It's Greek, and then it's Italian. It's just a conglomeration of two cultures and it's kind of annoying since I'm barely Greek and I have no idea how the Italian bit came to be since my dad is from.." He trailed off and laughed nervously. "I ramble a lot. Sorry."

Rosie bristled as they plotted her demise. "At least I'm not afraid of bunnies." She glared at Ithica. It wasn't like she could say anything to Jay since she didn't know him.

Ithica was originally going to just brush Jay's speech about torturing her off. That all changed when she had bring up the most evil species in existence. He smiled pleasantly. "Or we could rip her open and fill her cat treats." He pulled out a needle, the smile vanishing as he plotted against his mother's doll, not quite realizing that Jay had probably only been joking. "And then we can sew her together a stitch at a time, stitch. By. Stitch." He chuckled. "Then we can throw her out in an alley full of starving cats."

As Jay started talking, the malicious smirk vanished and his normal pleasant smile appeared. "You don't have to quit joking around me! You just looked embarrassed so I thought you were being serious." He shrugged happily, watching as Jay put on his shoes. "You're coming back for chicken some day, right?" Ithica asked hopefully. What if he wasn't? What if that had just been a clever lie to make Ithi feel better about not cooking chicken for breakfast? What if the dragon was just--

Why was he calling him Erastus? He knew! He looked up at the dragon with crossed arms and a childish pout once more on his lips. He stamped his foot gently. "You know I don't like to be called Erastus! Mean dragon." He turned dramatically away from Jadyn and collapsed on the bed. Rosie squeaked and fell to the floor. "And I am old! Oh gosh, Jay. I'm nearly twenty! The end of my teenage years is quickly approaching. The woe. The agony..." He hung his head over the side of the bed and stared up at the now upside-down boy.

"You're such a ham." The doll grinned and smoothed her dress out.

"Am not." He rolled around on his bed happily. "I'd say if I were going to be a meat I'd be more of a.. a chicken. Or maybe a tender steak." He licked his lips blithely as he thought of dancing cows and chickens. "But I'm mainly a chicken. Bwack bwack!" He sat back on his bed embarrassed by his childish behavior. Jadyn was younger than him and acting more like an adult than the... well, adult. "Uhm, sorry. I'm not very mature. I think it's why I don't get along with anybody my own age." He grinned.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Edging toward the door but swayed by the talk of chicken.

He was upset because Jadyn considered him a stranger? Sure he might have spilled a lot last night about himself but he didn’t know all that much about him, and besides they’ve known each other for what maybe 20 hours? “Okay maybe you’re not exactly a stranger but it’s not like we know each other all that well. We haven’t known each other that long and barely know that much about each other. Or well I barely know anything about you.” Shuffling his feet a bit he stared at the ground no understanding why it bothered the half demon so much. “Like I’ve told you I don’t get close to people.”

Once in the bedroom with his shoes all snug in place he glanced at the door while Ithica continued on the subject of names. He shrugged turning his gaze back up to Ithica. “My name is English and my last name is a purple rock so nothing amazing there.” Again he sighed when Ithica apologized for what felt like the millionth time that day. Obviously the guy apologized for everything and no matter what Jay say he would not change. So instead of glaring or saying something about it yet again he patted his pockets to make sure everything was there. Not that he thought that Ithica had stolen something from his he just wanted to make sure nothing had fallen out.

The new topic of torturing the doll was a surprise to Jay but when Ithica pulled out the needle he figured out that the half demon wasn’t kidding. Blinking he burst into laughter going over to wave at the needle with his hands while shaking his head. “No, nono. Not necessary. She’s a rag doll for sure but let’s simply torture her in other ways. No need to get overly violent.” Still grinning he glanced at the doll wondering if Ithica had ever done what he’d just threatened. If so then he felt a little sorry for the evil trinket.

“Yeah, sure. Just send me a message sometime or give me a call and we can meet. Though I doubt I’ll be able to find your place again.” Jay tugged at the ends of his sleeves glancing at the door again not meaning to be rude. “I get lost trying to find my classrooms so…I’ll get lost again for sure.”

When he finally got Ithica’s attention he decided to play drama queen, or king in his case, and flop on the bed. Blinking in slight confusion he’d never witnessed someone do this before. He’d seen it done on sitcoms before but everyone new nothing in sitcoms happened in real life. Not having dealt with it before he simply stood there staring with his head slightly tilted in intrigued puzzlement. His gaze flicked to the doll when she spoke but quickly went back to the half demon. “Nope not very mature at all. But I don’t see how you’re a chicken. And you’re not old.” Very odd man, very odd indeed.

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[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica had not thought of it like that. He didn't really think anything about people not knowing much about him. There wasn't much to know. He was, when you got down to it, a rather boring person. He didn't have things that upset him so much that he had to turn to a random stranger. He was just Ithica Pettineo - a half demon with ADHD and OCD. "Yeah. I know you told me that. I'm just... ah, never mind." Ithi wanted to get off the subject. It was making him uncomfortable and Jay probably didn't want to hear about his mission in life to befriend everyone he met.

"Purple rocks are cool." Ithi defended lamely. All right, so maybe Jay's name wasn't the most exciting thing in the world. He noticed the way Jay kept glancing at the door and fidgeted uncomfortably. He didn't want to prolong the meeting against Jadyn's will (in a dragon versus half-demon battle of the wills the dragon was sure to win) but he'd be so bored. Maybe he could find Sophie. Or visit his dad. Or go stalk somebody else. And Jay had stuff to get back to. Jayish stuff.

"I agree with Jay." Rosie piped up. She wasn't keen on the fact that Jay had laughed before going to her defense, but at least he hadn't agreed with the crazy half-demon. She would have argued the rag doll point again before allowing it to settle because she didn't want to press her luck and it up as kitty chow. "You're so violent with me," the doll sighed. "Tearing off my head.. locking me in dark rooms with spiders... shall I continue?"

"Not unless you want to be cut up and served as Moose's lunch." Ithica answered with a smile.

The doll squirmed uncomfortably. "I don't..." She admitted. Rosie didn't want to know if she'd still be sentient while moving through the enormous cat's digestive tract. She shuddered a little bit at the thought. "No need to get overly violent," she echoed Jay. "Psychological torture is more effective than physical."

Ithi shrugged at her and turned his attention back to Jay. "We'll find each other. Luck of the dragon. Like Falkor? The.. luck dragon..." He rubbed his arm sheepishly. "Wait, is it luck of the dragon or luck of the Irish? Maybe you have a little Irish in you. Your dragony ancestors could be.. Irish.. and then you'd have.. super luck." Why couldn't he ever just stop speaking? "I mean.. I'm close to Irish. Not really. Ireland was across...the...way..." Ithica was now pointing to invisible maps of the United Kingdom and eventually lowered his arms in embarrassment. "I think I'll just call you or something," he mumbled.

He rolled off the bed and stood up. "I'm a chicken because I'm scared of everything." He grinned. "Spiders, rabbits, and...well, other stuff." He didn't feel like boring Jay even more than he already had. Deciding that this conversation was not going as planned - his Distract Jay From Leaving plan - he sighed and opened the door. "You have... Jadyn-y things to do? Super ultra top secret dragon plans to form, I'm sure."

He didn't have anything Ithica-y to do. Or super ultra top secret half-demon half-gifted plans to form. Gosh, he was pathetic. He leaned his head back against the door. "Uh, the Academy is just that way. You can't really miss it." He would have offered to go with him but he figured that one could only take so much of the hyperactive demon before wanting to strangle him. "Want a pastry for the trip?" He crossed over to his bag and pulled out a pastry to hand to the dragon.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

And this is good-bye

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((ooc. Warning: Epic phail as a post…EPIC PHAIL))He left the stranger talk alone because frankly Ithica looked awfully uncomfortable and unhappy. Jay might not be the nicest person on the face of the planet but he wasn’t about to drag something out if it was uncomfortable or painful to a person he actually liked. The name comment made him snort in derision and just gave the gave demon a look that said clearly ‘Really? You just said that?’ But other than that he kept his mouth shut for a change. Sure he was thinking not so nice things but he didn’t have to voice them. Sometimes a bit of his ego came out making him feel a bit superior to certain people but if he didn’t have any ego he would’ve offed himself years ago.

The banter between doll master and doll was interesting and made Jay smile a bit. He wondered if they knew that they had something special. It took a special relationship to bat at each other like that and yet still be able to live with each other. Deep down he knew they probably both cared for each other, or that’s what he was telling himself. He remembered when he and his brother would fight like that. Smiling a bitter sweet smile he made it to the door his chest suddenly twisting.

Turning back to talk and listen to Itihca he was a tad confused where he was going with the luck dragon thing but ended up laughing in the end. “You are the oddest person I have met in I don’t know how long. And it is Luck of the Irish and a Luck dragon. I don’t know if dragons are all that lucky as a whole though.” At least he sure wasn’t lucky. “And I’m pretty sure I have no Irish in my family.” Jay shook his head in disbelief on how this guy could just keep running with an idea. The young dragon liked to talk, he was a big talker, but Ithica talked in a whole different way.

“Do you have a piece of paper or something so I can write my number down for you?” He pulled out his phone still having not memorized it from the last time he’d given out the number. Really why memorize a number for a phone that never rang? As he flipped through his phone for the number he glanced up at Ithica as he explained why he was a chicken. “Everyone has things they are afraid of but it doesn’t make them chickens. It makes them…normal..human…like everyone else I guess.” He’d been searching for the right term but none of those seemed to fit Ithica. “It makes them real.”

Once he’d found the number he lifted his gaze to stare at Ithica hoping for a pen and paper or at least a pen to write on the man’s arm if need be. “Eh, I just need to get some and hope to get another contact with my brother.” After giving out the number he put his phone up and headed back toward the door with a backward glance he smiled. “Oh, and that number isn’t just to call if you want to hang out by the way. If you need me. Just dial. I’ll come in a taxi cab as fast as I can.”

Leaning on the doorframe he glanced at the pastry and shook his head. “Nah, your breakfast was pretty filling. I’m not gonna walk just tell a cab which way to go. That way I’m sure not to get lost. Lose money but oh well.” Why didn’t he think of taking a bloody cab last night? Because he was an idiot that’s why. “Talk to you or see you later Ithica. Thank you for saving me.” And with that he walked out the door.

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[Ithica Pettineo]

"Not my finest defense." Ithica shrugged at the snort. At least Jay wasn't going to tease him about it. The expression on Jay's face was funny - something he'd see on his cat's face when he pulled his tail and then hugged him tightly - but the ever stoic Ithi supressed the laughter. "It was lame, wasn't it?" He looked at his shoes sheepishly. It was easier to just agree with the dragon instead of saying something else that was stupid.

But he really did like amethysts. When his father had taken Ithi to a mineral place he had always been digging around for that elusive purple rock that seemed to escape him. He had found plenty of mica, some dirty jade, and crystals. He'd always been fond of purple because he related happy things with the color. Scarves and smells and grapes and the cookies that his father made him for his birthday once. They hadn't tasted very good. Jay didn't seem to be such a happy person, though, taking more after the 'rock' instead of the 'purple'.

Ithi really needed to stop overanalyzing names. He was turning into one of those weird people you'd see at carnivals. The ones that you'd see in the tent with the smoke billowing out. Cheap crystal balls. He smiled as Jay called him odd. "You're odd yourself," Maybe not Ithica odd. But there was something about Jadyn that was just weird. "We're different odds though. Sort of like I'm three and you're five. Or seven and nine. I suppose we can be so odd we're even." He was rambling again. "This is me not apologizing for rambling." Was that an apology? Was it an implied apology?

"Luck of the Irish. Wonder why the Irish are so lucky." He tapped his chin in thought and made a note to study that later. Maybe it was because they had leprechauns! Oh, he wanted to meet a real leprechaun so badly. This place was full of dragons, vampires and werewolves (oh my!) but not a single leprechaun to be spotted. "Oh. Well, I have luck to spare so you can borrow some of mine." He wanted to ruffle Jay's hair again but the last time the young dragon hadn't looked so thrilled.

"Pen?" He looked around. "Er, Jay. I have eidetic memory." He had never thought to supply himself with pen and paper because.. well, he really only used it to write notes or something and considering he didn't forget much he didn't need to take notes. When Jay talked about fears Ithi smiled again. Jadyn Amethyst was an amazing person.

He squirmed in excitement as he locked the phone number in his mind. If he needed him? At those words Ithica smiled mischeviously. He could get himself into a situation where he would need the dragon. For example - maybe Ithi cooked too much food and couldn't possibly finish all of it by himself. Or maybe he bought too many pastries.

Lure the dragon boy with food. It's worked so far.

"See you, Jay." He grinned. Save him? He hadn't done that. He had just been his normal half-demony self. He shut the door and then the thought of the taxi struck him. They really could have taken a taxi last night. He grinned. Jay was an odd one to be sure. Anyway, walking was better for the lungs.

[my post was pretty bad, but I guess you don't really have to reply to it... -shrug-]