Caylex growled softly and pushed the hair from his eyes. He slammed the book down rather loudly, getting many "SHHHHHs" From the people there. He pulled another book from the stack and flipped through the pages, looking for something. He set down the book and picked up a pad of paper and a pen then started writing, rather quickly. His handwriting was very good.
He sighed softly and closed the book before standing up with the stack, about five and taking then toward the counter. "To much research." He murmured as the books toppled from his hand, the thickest, about one thousand pages thick with a hard leather cover landed on his foot.

No sooner had the book fallen than it was plucked back up again by long, pale and apparently quite strong fingers and offered to the boy.

Where this sudden young man came from is unclear. The first impression was a blur of halloween elegance-- black and orange-- as he bent to snatch up the book. Now, standing, he's in the perfect position for a quick inspection.

His hair is a brilliant amber-orange, the long, silken strands hanging down around his ears, so light that it flutters with the faintest movement of air. His skin is pale-- paler than would likely be healthy, but perhaps he doesn't get out in the sun enough. His dark clothing only serves to emphasize the bright candle-flame of his hair and the tallow-pale skin-- he's wearing a long black trenchcoat, a tight black shirt and black slacks. Very simpole clothing. He's also wearing sunglasses, indoors, at night. He doesn't seem about to take them off.

He's smiling. His teeth are very, very white.

He took the book after a moment of hesitation, then bent to pick the rest up. "Thanks..." He murmured, as he stood back up again. He pushed his hair from his eyes again, just plain old brown eyes. He looked over the young man, he cheeks flushed slightly. He rested the stack of books on his hip, like a female would do with a child.

The grin widens, pulled up in one corner.

"You're welcome," the stranger replies in kind. His voice is low and soft and flows slowly through the air.

He drops his hands into his pokets, watching the boy-- or at least, seeming to. He is, after all, wearing sunglasses.

((Mind if I join in?))

((Don't ask me, ask Cay. I don't mind.))

((*crys* I hurt so much. XD I have cramps in my shoulder and right calf, and I don't mind. ^_^' Oh, and I wont be around much. ^_^' I'm so sorry. My mom like to hoard the internet, and disconnect me. Please forgive my absences. *begs* :puppydogeyes: ))

Caylex shivers slightly. "I"m Caylex." He murmurs softly shifting the books again, offering his hand.

The stranger takes it and gives it a quick shake. His skin is smooth and cold, his fingers strong.

"Call me Nico," he says, with a nod. "Why in the library so late?"

Caylex shivers and pulls his hand back a little quicker then he should have, startled by the cold.

"Research..." He yawns softly, checking his watch. "For a paper."

"A paper due tomorrow, no doubt," Nico assesses, with a grin. "Am I right?"

Caylex nods and sways slightly from lack of sleep. "Tomorrow, and I only just found out about this morning."

The stranger moves forward, placing his hand under Caylex's elbow to steady him.


"You look like you could use some help. Not to mention sleep. What time, tomorrow, is it due?"

Caylex smiles and flushes slightly, racking his brain for an answer.

"A time... sometime..." He closes his eyes... "Around 1, when my class starts."

nice pauses, then the smile returns.

"Then go to sleep for the night, and wake up early to do it. You'll do little good if you're asleep."

Altruistic of him, perhaps. Ah, well.

"Need someone to walk you home?"

Not so altruistic, then.

Caylex looks down at the stack of books in his arm. "If I don't do it now I know I wont do it at all." He sways again and ends up falling into Nicos chest, dead asleep, having stayed up for almost a week.

Arms suddenly full of mortal, Nicodemus sighs.

"What fools these mortals be."

He couldn't resist.

Cracking a smile at his own joke, the vampire manouvers the boy towards a chair, arranging him into it in what should, hopefully, be a comfortable position. He sets the books down beside the boy's head, and leans back to inspect the scene. What's missing.. ah, yes. Taking a pen and a scrap of paper from his pocket, he writes down his phone number and tucks it into the mortal's fingers.

A bird in the hand is better than two in the bush.

Caylex yawns and shivers, pulling his feet to his chest, half awake from the movement. Caylex closes his hand around the paper without thinking about it. "Could you take me home...?" He didn't even open his eyes as he spoke.

Adjusting his sunglasses, nicodemus leans in close.

"I don't know where 'home' is."

Caylex yawns softly. "I can't sleep here..." He forces himself to stand up, holding onto the table. "I live in the apartments... That way..." He points in some random direction, his eyes still half closed.

"Yes, you can sleep here..." The vampire rolls his eyes. So annoying how melodramatic ideas rarely work out in real life.

Caylex shrugs his shoulders. "If you say so." He ends up back in the chair, his head hanging backwards, which looks slightly painful. He pulls his knees up to his chest and lays his head on the table next to his books. "Night then... Nico..." He murmurs sleepily.

A sigh.

"Night, Caylex."

Really, it's a good thing he isn't hungry tonight. Nicodemus frowns, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat. Turning to go, he shrugs to himself. Ah, well. Another name to go into the little black book, at least.

(( I have no idea how to continue this ^_^" Should I move it to somewhere else? >:D ))

((I think it's over... if you like, you can start a different board at a later date.))

((Thats what I ment. Like, move it to Caylex's appartment, like, the next night. heh. ^_^' ))

((Go ahead. :) ))