In the Summer Air

[Kirk Dorrans]

The wind blew all around him, chilly and strong. Whistling, the wind caused the all of the leaves in the Quad Area to rustle and then fall, the red, yellow, brown, and or other warm shades covering the ground like a crunchy rug. Shivering slightly, Kirk pulled the warm coat over him more tightly as the wind picked up once again. Summer air my arse. He rolled his eyes, and walked faster, the soft guitar case on his back jiggling slightly with each step. He exhaled in relief when the breeze died down.

Kirk had never liked the cold, wintry feel in these parts. Even though he lived in London and Chicago, which were far from warm and sunny, he never got used to the strong winds. Maybe it was because he had been blessed by Apollo, and he was god of the sun. That would also explain his love for the beach. Huh.

Letting the coat get back to its previous, not-so-tight form as the air around him warmed down slightly, he finally walked to his favorite spot in the grounds. An old oak tree, very sturdy and tall. The earth around it was also quite warm, soft, and comfortable. Perfect for an hour or so of guitar practice. And with a smile on his face, he took the case off his back and set it carefully on the grass floor. Even though it only contained a cheap, practice acoustic guitar, he was still very fussy because money was beginning to get tight these days.

He then plopped himself on the ground and rolled around slightly, like one would do in bed, to get comfortable. He removed the guitar from its case, the instrument clean and shiny, obviously well taken care of. With a few plucks, he determined that it was correctly tuned, and began to strum randomly, trying to pick up a melody as he idly watched the leaves falling in front of him, forming bright, pretty specks of color in front of the drab, gray sky.

[Melody Moreau]

Maybe it has something to do with having both her godly patrons having something to do with the heat or fire, but Melody absolutely hated being in the cold weather. The off shoulder teal top she wore was now covered tightly by her black trench coat, and her hands were tucked in to the deepest recessions of the pockets. Her golden tresses fell like a curtain to cover her face, the girl herself ducking to protect her face from the biting cold wind as it picked up once again, and she couldn't help but curse Khione and Boreas for the shivering temperature. What summer? Its far from, at this rate. the girl cursed internally, as she steadfastly continued on her pathway.

Finally looking up again as the swirling wind died down, her cheeks were red from the cold, yet Melody couldn't help but crack a smile when she saw a familiar figure walking, his guitar case strapped on his back. The mischevious light that lighted up her eyes, yet rarely seen flashed across the hazel orbs, before she changed course, and started following after his footsteps.

Careful not to make any loud noises by avoiding the fallen leaves and twigs, Melody paused when he picked a spot she knew well, and then stifled a laugh when he started to roll around on the ground. What did he think he was, a cat? Then again, he reminded her more of a dog. A loyal golden retriever probably? Somewhat like that. Not that Melody complained of course, she did cherish Kirk's presence in her life. But she couldn't help her teasing nature. He was one of the few she was comfortable with in the school anyway, and it did help that he knew exactly where to draw the line when it came to her. She would have to remember to thank Hera if she ever saw her.

But never the less, Melody rolled her eyes at his childish behaviour, and then started forward again as he picked up his guitar. When she saw the instrument, the child couldn't help but smile, remembering how they had technically, met through music. Of course, it had helped that the both of them were gifted with Apollo's gift for music, and it was a friendly competition to see who could outdo the other each time, but Melody enjoyed the friendly banter.

The wind played with her golden locks as she strode towards him, her ears picking up the soft tunes as she got nearer. Involuntarily, Melody gave her presence away by softly humming to go along with whatever tune he was playing, as she leaned against the tree he sat against, wearing an amused expression as she waited for him to notice her.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Nodding to the slow, sleepy tune that reflected his current lazy, lethargic mood brought upon by the cool atmosphere, Kirk began to lose himself to music. Music was a mother's voice, a child's laugh, a lovely smile. It could be found everywhere, it occured naturally, and yet, something so common was always so special. The way it can bring smile to people's faces, or calm to the raging seas of their hearts, or even sadness to the otherwise cheery personalities was unique; nothing else in the world could do this. Yes, music is a very enjoyable, artistic, and wonderful thing.

Already, his eyes were closed, his ears only picking up the the quiet sounds of his guitar mixed with the now - gentle rustling of the leaves all around him. It was not an unpleasant combination, in fact, it was very relaxing, and as Kirk realized as he chuckled softly, it could make him fall asleep as the leaves fell all around him. What a strange sight that would be. A teenage boy, clutching a guitar, sleeping like a baby with a smile on his face. Another chuckle. Another strum.

Another... hum?

An almost - silent, yet very ear pleasing tone reached his ears, and the slight smile on his face grew. The humming was very light, high, clear, and ultimately, familiar. "Mel." He knew nobody else who could sing that well, with the probable exception of himself, of course, he added with an internal chuckle. They had similar gifts from Apollo, after all. Both of them were extremely gifted at the art of music, and as he had previously found out, it could also help them nudge other people in the right directions.

Though he can't imagine Mel doing such a questionable thing. No, the only thing that she probably ever wanted to do with music was to enjoy it. And there was nothing wrong with that endeavour. A really sweet girl, she was, though one never would've guessed, the way she occasionally teased him. "How are you, blondie?" He called out, a strum of the guitar accompanying each syllable, with a particular stress on 'blondie'. He was unsure of where exactly she was, only that she was pretty close, as he kept his eyes closed the whole time.

"Happy enough to be out and about in this weather?" He finished in an gentle tone, the tempo picking up as he tried to partner every sound with a note from his guitar.

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[Melody Moreau]

Perhaps the only other person who loves music as much as Melody does, was Kirk himself. Sure, the girl knew plenty of other people had Apollo's gift of music in the school probably, but she had never clicked with any of them as much as she did with Kirk. Meeting him at the beginning of the school year had Melody wary, uncertain due to her past. But Kirk knew exactly where the lines were, when to stop and when he could go on, and perhaps that was what led to Melody being infinitely comfortable with him.

The soft smile she had graced her lips when he saw her being lulled in to a trance-like state from his own music. Seriously, was he that hopeless? Sometimes Melody wondered if she could prod him with her music, to do a shirtless dance right in the middle of the colloseaum. But then again, he would probably never forgive her for that, so she'll let it slip... for now.

The soft smile remained, and her hazel eyes rolled when he mentioned her name. Well, of course he would know her. There goes all her chances of scaring him, thats for sure. Stepping forward as he spoke, she settled down next to him in her black shorts, and cuffed his head gently when he called her blondie. "Would've been better, until I saw a certain vainpot sitting on the grass with ag uitar." she teased with a grin, crossing her legs as she spoke. "Open your eyes already, you're a sitting duck if we're in a fight."

When he made a reference about the weather though, Melody shivered, and then propped her legs up against her chest, pulling her trench coat closer towards her before hugging her legs with another shiver. "Horrendous weather. I only came out because I needed to get something from the workshed to fix my electric kettle, but that can wait." she finished, before prodding at his guitar with a toe, and then grinning up at him. "What about you? What in tarnation made you want to play guitar out in this horrible weather?"

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[Kirk Dorrans]

There she goes again. Always trying to tease him. This one even had a light punch to go along with it. How savage, he thought, laughing sarcastically in his head. It was strange really, after all, when they had first met in a room while he was playing music, she was all awkward smiles and pale blushes. That had been really cute. But now she was so willing, and adept, to make him laugh by minor insults and friendly jokes at his expense. Ah well, it’s nice that she had gone from a scared, shy girl to a somewhat – confident one. At least in front of him.

Hmm. He’ll have to help her work on getting out of her shell sooner or later. A rather defenceless like her surely needs some protection. And some street savvy to go along with that. He’s too loyal to ignore this little problem of hers, and if she doesn’t mind, hell, even if she does, Kirk’ll help.

But… he’ll have to leave that for later. Music’s here. It has to be enjoyed. Deal with complex life situations with friends later. Ha. Music. It easily could leave him like a zombie – like state, if the musician knew that he was doing. And Kirk certainly did.

“Yes, mum.” He replied, rolling his eyes as he opened them. He then turned to her, bringing the his strumming to a stop, the strings making an abrupt halt as he tightly tapped his palm against stem. She was pretty, as always (not that he’d tell her that, or at least, not today), her pale cheeks accentuated by a pale, yet rosy blush, while her golden locks lit up the dreary area around her. “Vainpot? That’s the best you can do?” He said in a mocking tone, shaking his head to go along with it. It was a little nickname she had for him, probably stemming from his habit of messing up his hair every once in a while.

Kirk watched her pull her legs up and cover herself with the trench coat, though she still seemed to be cold, judging from the shivers. “Go through the cold? Really? To fix the electric kettle? You could’ve just gone to the canteen if you wanted a cup of tea.” He replied in a chastising tone, though he was quite happy she came along. That in itself ensured that this session won’t be boring or anything of the sort. Quite the opposite, probably. “You know, you look very cold…” He began, a grin beginning to pop up on his face. “And I’m here. So what do you say we cuddle and sing so you can stay warm? Hmm?” He proposed, teasing, very sure that he’ll get turned down. Though there’s a fifty percent chance that she won’t slap him. If he was lucky.

“And do I really need a reason to play music? The urge to run outside with the guitar just came to me, and bam, here I am, guitar in my hand and Miss Blondie right next to me.” He finished, laughing.

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[Melody Moreau]

If anything, Melody had that streak of sadism in her, even if Kirk was probably the only one to actually experience it so far. Not that it was a particularly good thing of course, seeing as how her best friend always ended up in bruises and sometimes even scratches, but Melody means well. Most of the time. And she doesn't mean to hurt, really! Its just... her way of expressing love. Sad, but true. Besides, didn't she pay him back enough by reducing his ego? For not, he surely wouldn't be able to fit through his dorm door by now, what with his forever expanding head.

Perching her chin on her knees as she leaned forward, she stuck her tongue out at Kirk before speaking. "Well, at least I'm telling the truth Corky." she retorted, using yet another one of her nicknames for him. Those, Melody had many of. It was so easy to come up with one or the other when she wanted to jibe at him afterall, no sweat at all. "Besides, I have so many. You only have one. You lose." Melody announced brightly with a triumphant grin, perking up again, before resuming her spot with her chin on her knee.

Making a face when he mentioned going through the canteen, Melody gave a gentle shrug. Truth was, it was peak hours now when gifteds and demigods alike rushed for food to the canteen. And that was when Melody avoided the packed areas at all cost. With her personal bubble, came a hate for all places crowded, and she was bored anyway. It wasn't as if she particularly wanted a hot drink at the time, she just wanted something to tinker with and her electric kettle happpened to need some tinkering. Letting her gaze flicker to him again when he spoke once more, Melody rolled her eyes, and cuffed his head again, not half too gently this time."I'll stick with the singing part, you can go cuddle with the tree if you're cold." she retort with a laugh in her voice. It wasn't that she didn't want to, she probably wouldn't mind if Kirk did it. She was comfortable with him after all. Just that... it still felt a little odd, thats all.

"In this cold? You're deranged Mr. Dorrans." she replied with a teasing lilt in her tone. Flashing a grin at him, she motioned at the guitar with head head. "Well go on, play something. Don't keep me waiting."

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Ugh. Corky. He hated that particular nickname. Well, it’s not as if he cared for the other ones anyway, but this one always managed to tweak a nerve. He didn’t even know where it came from, perhaps a far – fetched derivation from his name Kirk, which, in his opinion, does not sound like anything close to “Corky”. Bleh. Indeed, she had a lot of nicknames for him, and he knows that she really never means anything by those, but still. They could get rather annoying at times. Though somehow, his empathy (Thank Hera for this one), nudged him, whispering that it was Mel’s way of showing affection. Yeah, knew that already. He almost rolled his eyes. There are better ways to show it.

”Quantity over quality, my dear.” He replied. Blondie was such a good nickname, in his over – inflated sense of self brilliance, he thought. “Hey, watch the merchandise. Bruises don’t go well with my eyes, you know.” He said reproachfully after she threw another punch, which was more than “just a tap”. Though he knew he deserved it. Gods, why can’t he control his mouth? He’d get less slaps that way, although, he wouldn’t have it any other way really. After all, people dig funny guys.

“Cuddle with a tree? I know Apollo did that, but the idea doesn’t exactly sound appealing to me.” Kirk replied, grinning. “I’d much rather cuddle with some cute, warm girl…” He added, sticking out his tongue in the same manner that she did earlier. Such friendly banter. Not a lot of better ways to kill time on a slow, cold afternoon really. “You know you want to!” He added in a singsong voice, his voice rather high as he followed the tune. “Oh, don’t tell me you only figured that just now!” Kirk said, shaking his head in mock dismay. “I thought you were a smart girl…” He added, continuing that ironically disappointed tone.

“Hmm… What to play, what to play?” He mumbled, quiet and thoughtful. He’d never play those louder rock tunes that he enjoyed around Mel. He knew she didn’t even consider them as music. Oh well. He wouldn’t have been able to pull off the distorted guitar sounds now anyway, without an electric guitar and a decent amplifier. No, the appropriate choice would be a slow, relaxing song. “Right…” Bubbly. His expert fingers set themselves on the fret as he strummed gently, leaving quite a bit of time between each stroke. He decided to sing the first line too, just to get them started.

“I’ve been awake for a while now…”

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[Melody Moreau]

Melody giggled when she saw Kirk grimace, knowing how he particularly hated that nickname. After all, the girl had a wide myriad of nicknames she had for Kirk, and could easily come up with more. But somehow she did get a kick out of seeing such a response from Kirk, so when she wanted to irk the guy, Corky was the way to go. Besides, he had to know she didn't mean it, right? What with the empathy from Hera and all of that. Even till now though, Melody was still amused at how he got empathy, of all things. She always thought feelings were more of a girly things, but whatever sways his boat.

Pursing her lips at the mention of bruises, she mockingly considered her tiny fists. "Hmmm. One wouldn't, but what about a matching pair? You can dress up as a panda for Halloween!" she exclaimed, feigning enthusiasm as she did so. Making a face when she was reminded about how one of her patrons had not one, but multiple nymphs as lovers, before rolilng her eyes at Kirk.

"Continue acting your way, and the girls would be the one picking the tree over you, darling." she teased again, flashing him a cheeky grin before shaking her head at his adamant declaration of her wanting to cuddle with him. Again, it wasn't that she didn't want to. Did she? Bah, Styx.

Shrugging, she grinned. "Nah, I knew you were deranged since the first time I met you Mr. Dorrans. Be thankful to the Gods I still hang out with you." Melody grinned again, hugging her legs tighter as another gust of cold wind stirred, resulting in another tirade within her at Khione and Boreas, even as Kirk started playing.

And of course, with the gift from Apollo, Melody would never be able to resist joining. "You've got me feelin' like a child now. Everytime I see your bubbly face, I get the tinglies in a silly place." she smiled as she sang, not a cheeky one, just a normal, gentle one that seemed as if she was more in to the song then anything else at the time.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Kirk let his voice drop to barely a whisper, only providing minimal accompaniment to Melody’s superb vocals, instead focusing on getting the guitar right. Say what you want about their teasing relationship; they knew how to play some good music. Her previous insults, particularly the one about girls picking trees over him had been quite a bit pricklier than before, and he would’ve been genuinely hurt, had it not been for his empathy telling him that it was all a big joke. Ha. Knew it. Don’t be such a baby, Kirk.

Eventually, he lost his train of thought as his fingers strummed by their own accord, knowing my heart the piece that he was performing. It was one of his favourites really, and it was one of the first songs that popped into his head whenever someone mentioned a soft, slow tune. "It starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose. Wherever it goes, I always know…” He sang quietly, his voice pitch perfect as a slight smile rested on his face. Oh, they looked like such fools. One a cold afternoon, singing their hearts out in the great outdoors, stupid, idle smiles on their faces.

Still, anyone watching, or more importantly, listening, probably would’ve been mesmerised by their music, and it would’ve been no hard task to try and persuade anyone who were in such a state. But Kirk had no such intention at the moment, and he was solely focused on performing, the music all around him, enveloping him. Somehow, it warmed him, his heart almost literally providing heat for the whole of him as he played and listened. Music was like that to the gifted ones.

“You make me smile, please stay for a while now, just take your time, wherever you go…” He finished the chorus, his voice barely reaching his own ears at the final phrase.

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[Melody Moreau]

If anything, the music they could make between the two of them was probably the one thing they could ever agree upon. Not that they've ever had a serious disagreement anyway, but Melody just liked to watch Kirk get his feather's ruffled. However, talk about music and you can find no other better duo when it came to it, and she was quite content to sing softly as the male played the instrument, the contentment settling like a thick blanket around her, despite the cold air and harsh weather.

Singing together with Kirk, she easily melded her voice with his as they slipped in to the chorus, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of golden hair behind her ear, before resting her palms on either side of her legs. Her hazel eyes were trained nowhere in particular, really, just going along with the melody that was being strummed. If anyone stumbled upon them, the person perhaps would have no idea what to make of this odd pair out on a cold afternoon, but Melody honestly couldn't really be bothered.

Oh, she knew too, the power their music held over others. Much like Aphrodite's charmspeakers, their music was enticing and entrancing. But Melody never had the inclination, nor the want to ever use her music to force someone in to submission. It just isn't in her to do so, and neither would she ever. To her, music is art in its purest form, and should never be used to do something as heinous as to command someone else's actions.

As he finished the final chorus, Melody hummed a little longer, before a yawn caught her by surprise. "I think I'm sleepy." the girl blinked a little, as the yawn subsided, before she sighed, and let her glance flicker up to Kirk. "And hungry too, now come to think of it. Is there anywhere else on this place that we can find food other then the canteen?" No, she still didn't want to go to the place. Way too packed and too crowded for Melody's liking afterall.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Ah. Mel yawned. The quiet sound was almost like a perfect ending to the soft song, recapping the lazy way that they were lying against the tree in the cold weather. Kirk shook his head twice in quick succession, as if actually trying to toss the sleep off his head. Music had such an effect on them. It intensified whatever they were feeling at the moment, and allowed them to express it in such a great way. So naturally, they themselves would be feeling the effects of their song.

“Yeah, I think I need a nap…” Kirk mumbled, sniffling a bit to try and wake himself by letting the cold air rush to his lungs. He could smell earth and Mel’s faint scent. Perfect really. Now, the air seemed to have a positive effect, as his eyes were slightly wider open after it. But the consciousness opened doors to his other needs, like the one for food. Why’d she mention it? Now he was hungry too.

“I think there’s some food in the Apollo wing…” He mumbled, as he began to rustle about, preparing for the inevitable rise from the comfortable ground. He would’ve been content to stay there the whole day, but unfortunately, his stomach was one of the few things more important to him that his brain, so naturally, he obeyed its command to search for food.

Pulling himself up and carefully stowing the guitar on the guitar case, which was now rumpled and folded in several places, he took a quick look around. Yup, the Grounds were still quite empty; only a few students were there, probably because of the cold. He stretched his arms up into the sky, before lowering them slowly as he turned to Melody. He offered a hand to help her get up from the ground, saying with a gentle smile, “Come on Melody. Time for a snack.”

His eyes twinkled happily, and his smile really was genuine, his heart perfectly content after the excellent nourishment it received from the music and the companionship. Now, if only he could get his stomach filled, his day would be complete.

[Melody Moreau]

The lazy day would have probably been better for Melody if it had actually been warm enough to sit out in the open. As soon as the music started subsiding, the warmth she had felt from its notes began quickly getting replaced by the cold once again, and she shivered lightly, before pulling her trench coat closer, as if it weren't already stuck as close to her body as it already was.

"You always take naps, sleepyhead. I'm surprised you aren't a child of Morpheus." she teased gently, but was about as much as she could muster up. Using the back of her hands to rub her eyes, trying to rub the sleep out of them, Melody blinked as Kirk spoke of the Apollo wing, and smiled in amusement. Living in the Hephaestus quarters, the children there had more tinkering materials and tools lying around then food. But then again, seeing as how her music patron had such a love for fun, she guessed it was no surprise.

The idea of trekking all the way back to the Apollo dormitories sounded extremely unappealing to Melody at the time however. Who knew the ground could turn so comfortable?

Shaking her head as if she were a stubborn kid when Kirk offered a hand to her, she shrank back in to her self-created shell, as laziness washed over her. "How about you go and get some food for me, and bring it back here? We could have a picnic!" she tried to convince, fluttering her lashes - all to unconvincingly, if I may say so myself. Melody's a nice girl most of the time, but perhaps one of her vices is her laziness, especially after something like music.

Shifting herself to lean against the tree now, Melody flashed an angelic grin up at her best friend. It isn't too hard to run all the way back, across the wide courtyard and along the hallways to get food - and get back, right? Right? Psh, she had some wishful thinking alright. But hopes a nice thing to have!

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[Kirk Dorrans]

A child of Morpheus? Like the ones who spend all day dozing off? “No way!” Kirk replied incredulously. Say what you want about him, but he definitely was not lazy. Oh sure, he enjoys his relaxation time, especially when he’d been playing music, but he wasn’t the type to spend the whole day doing nothing. He plays music, works on his combat skills (rarely), goes around with friends (not – so rarely), and maybe, once – in – a – blue moon, studies for class. Yeah, definitely. Some really hard tasks there. “I’m not lazy. And maybe you’re a kid of… A god whose domain is teasing people.” He added lamely. Admittedly, his knowledge of the Greek world was not up to snuff. Oh well. But surely, there was a god like that. Right?

Watching her as she childishly shrank and tried to hide from his call to get up, Kirk shook his head. He should’ve guessed that she couldn’t have been bothered to stand and get food. He narrowed his eyes at her, as if seriously considering her outrageous proposal that they have a picnic, and he do all the work. “You lazy bum…” He mumbled, pulling at a strand of her golden locks lightly as he thought about it. Well… He really didn’t have anything else to do for the rest of the day, and the thought of a picnic really sounded appealing, even though he had to do most, or all, of the work…

Mel’s attempt at fluttering her eyelashes did it. Kirk actually laughed out loud at her clumsy attempt, although it was really cute. “Haha. Fine. That’s the clincher.” He said, still laughing, releasing the strand of her hair that he had been pulling. “Alright, picnic then…” He added, agreeing to her plan, patting her head a couple of times before dashing off into the Dorms. ”Just don’t expect fine fare!” He called back after a few steps, waving, and his voice loud and cheerful.

Hmm… Coffee. And some sandwiches…

Huffing and panting, Kirk returned some ten minutes later, carrying a small, bright bag. In it was a thermos filled with warm coffee, a couple of plastic cups, and four different sandwiches, which would probably be split three and a half, to a half. He had hurried most of the way, and thankfully, he hadn’t sweated at all because of the cold. He still was pretty warm though, especially after that exercise. Oh well. At least he was wide awake.

“Here you go, kiddie. Coffee and sandwiches.” Kirk said, bowing like a servant at the girl who was lying against a tree. He set the bag on the floor and then sat right back down to his previous spot, before pouring some still - steaming coffee onto a cup and then offering it to her. “Here you are, Princess. And although I don’t mind, you don’t need to be fed by hand, right?” He finished jokingly, quite amused at their current situation.

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[Melody Moreau]

A kid of god whose what? At that, Melody stifled a laugh, and contented herself with merely a roll of her eyes at the guy. "I think you mean Dolus." she informed with a sugary sweet smile at the guy, that looked more as if she was mocking him then anything, before she settled down against the tree, pulling the collar of her trench coat tighter around her as he went off. Why was it so darned cold anyway? Mumbling to herself, she extended her palm, in an attempt to actually generate some fire so at the very least, her nose doesn't feel like it was freezing off.

Not that it worked. The spark that jumped on her finger fizzled ouut and died the second it touched the cold. Melody huffed, and shook her head ruefully, before tucking the rest of her arms under her coat and cuddled herself up, wishing for Hera's sake that Kirk would hurry back before she turned in to a frozen popsicle. Yes, Melody really hated the cold.

By the time he got back, her head was laid to rest on her propped up leg, and it wasn't till the guy spoke, did Melody turn to look up at him, and practically jumped in joy when he presented her a thermos. Barely able to wait for the steaming hot cup of liquid, Melody clutched at the cup with both palms, as if it were some sort of saving grace, taking a sip before she gave a little satisfied sigh.

"Much better. Though you could've gotten hot chocolate." she pouted, but only meant it teasingly. After all, she wasn't one to complain when he already trekked halfway across the school to bring some food back for them. Hugging the warm cup to herself, and reached out for a sandwich. Biting in to one, her stomach almost immediately growled in appreciation, before she flashed a grin up at him. "So? Have you found any girl to your liking in school lately?" It was like some running gag between them, to quiz each other on their relationship progress. Not that Melody was in any hurry, anyway. But Kirk however, was a different case altogether apparently.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

“Ah. You know him so well, then. You sure you’re not his daughter?” Kirk replied, matching her sweet smile. Evidence was piling up; maybe he was onto something here. Ha. No way. She was too… fragile? To be a true demigod. Not that it was a bad thing. The relative lack of a spine was cute, although it could get her into serious trouble if she doesn’t learn how to fight back…

Shaking off such nasty thoughts, Kirk poured himself a cup of coffee, keeping in it his hands, as the cold was beginning to set in again. He raised the cup to his mouth and took a small sip, the beverage almost immediately invigorating and energizing him. Whew. Nothing says buzz like a cup of coffee. Or maybe a couple of shots of vodka. Either way. He reached in the bag for a sandwich, and he got a chicken one. Awesome. Greedily, he bit into it, showing his considerable hunger. Of course, he had refrained from taking any bite as he delivered the food to Mel, and he thought that it was his just rewards to be able to eat like a pig without any complaints.

He took his time biting and chewing, and barely moments had passed before he had finished half of the sandwich. What can you say? He’s a growing boy, and they get real hungry, real fast. Swallowing and sipping cups of coffee, he began to listen to Mel. “Hot chocolate?” He snorted. “I’d have to make that myself, there wasn’t any. And no matter how cute those eyelashes are, you won’t get home cooked food from me.” He finished, winking, yet almost entirely serious about not being prepared to cook for someone else.

Kirk grin when he heard her next question, already having the perfect response. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m still available if you’re that concerned.” He said, his obviously brilliant reply making him grin like an idiot. Though the statement stemmed from the truth. He really hasn’t found anyone very special just yet. Oh yes, there were flings here and there, but girls with potential for serious relationships? Those were extremely rare at the moment, and Kirk really wasn’t in a huge rush. “What about you though? I hear you embarrassed yourself in front of another guy yet again!” He finished, making up a story, although, knowing Mel, it wasn’t really that far – fetched.

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