It Should Be Me (In-Complete)

(My posts are in normal font. My partners are in italics)

The nice thing about small towns was that the scenery was mostly unspoiled. No smog, no skyscrapers, and very little crime or accidents. It was a nice change after New York City; the melting pot of the world, but not exactly the land of opportunity, either. But this town, while relatively scenic, seemed to be the exact opposite of a melting pot. While everyone, furred or fleshed, mingled together and got on with life, humans seemed to keep their distance from their anthropomorphic neighbors, and vice versa; there were even separate schools.

A lonely black Jeep sped through the highway, its two passengers silent. The driver, a massive, shaven-headed man at least seven feet tall, was determinedly avoiding his passenger's eyes. The passenger was shorter, still relatively tall at 6'4" but lacking the muscular frame of his father. His skin was pale, nearly to the point of albinism, and his moderate-length hair was dyed a brilliantly bright white, which covered small, golden hoop on each earlobe and hidden under a black do-rag in turn, on the front of which was the Slender Man symbol: a red circle with an X crossing through it. His bangs hung over cautious eyes, red as blood. A slight contradiction to his appearance was his clothes: they were almost entirely black. His cargo pants, his jacket, his boots.

The Jeep soon pulled up in front of the school. An over-decorated four-story building, in the boy's opinion, right down to the columns at the entrance. Ridiculous. Stepping out of the vehicle, one would see that his frame was rather wolflike; a lean musculature with a defensive stance, as if he was prepared to fight or flee at a moment's notice. Usually, he didn't need to; he was always ignored, and that was just fine with him. Friendships in this place usually lead to drama, which was fun to watch but not get involved in. Stalking past his classmates unmolested, he settled in front of one of the columns, pulling a Kindle from his bag. Nothing else to do until class started.

Angel's ears flicked back and forth nervously. She was moving to this small town from a well mixed city in Florida. She was used to everyone anthro or otherwise getting along. Ever since she arrived though it seemed like she was a disease or plague. No humans had said more than five words to her. Hell even getting her into school had been an issue. The schools were segregated too. Her mother had to battle the principal over getting her into the closest school, which was human populated, versus the anthro one. Just because the human one was five miles up the road instead of twenty.

Now she was wishing that her mother hadn't bothered and just let her go to the anthro one since her mom hadn't checked the neighborhood either. Once again a mainly human populated area. "Just relax sweetheart," Her mother started. "You can't be the only one that goes there. What about the sergal girl we saw at the supermarket the other day?" Angel rolled her eyes. 'Her parents probably had common sense and made her go to the other school.' Angel thought to herself as they pulled up. Angel grabbed her backpack and slowly got out of the car. Her tail sticking close to her so no one would step on it. "Have a good day at school!" Her mom yelled before speeding off, leaving the snow leopard to her own devices.

Ares barely got two minutes' worth of reading before his classmates' babbling increased. Looking up from Under the Dome, he saw something that would make this miserable place more tolerable: an anthro. A snow leopard, by the looks of her. You just got fucked in the ass, girl, he thought to himself, eyes widening slightly as one of the larger boys approached her, something glinting in his hand. He shut off the eReader and stuffing it in his backpack, then stood up with a grunt. His back hadn't felt right ever since that truck backed into him. Still, despite the twinge of pain, he shouldered his backpack and continued as if nothing had happened. The crowd fell quiet as Ares, the outcast who never spoke unless the teacher was taking attendance, approached the girl who would no doubt have more trouble fitting in than the Swedish boy. Before the boy with the knife, fortunately, who paused behind a mathlete and slipped his knife back into his pocket.

"Welcome," said the faux albino, offering the smallest of smiles. "My name is Ares Hetsigsten, and I'll be providing a tour of the school." He made a follow-me gesture and strode off, continuing the tour-guide facade until they got inside. Then his demeanor changed completely. "Sorry about lying, but I had to get you inside," he said quietly. "I don't know why you're here rather than the other school, but I can tell you that humans are a bit more vicious. Just stay away from the guys with the varsity jackets, don't start anything, and look people in the eye, and you'll be fine. If you have any trouble, find me. I eat in the parking lot at lunch." He stood up straight, frowning. This boy definitely wasn't the life of the party; more like the kid in the back who just waited for it all to end so that he could go home. "I suppose I should show you to your first class, yes?"

Just as a glint of light caught Angel's eye a boy with hair as white as her fur had darted over. He was apparently called Ares. She raised a cautious brow at him requesting her to follow but figured that it would be better than being stabbed by a dick with a knife and did as she was bid. "It's fine. Thanks..." She said softly. She was roughly five foot eight seemed to be a bit taller than alot of people around. "I'm Angel by the way. Angel Hallows." She made a slightly disgruntled expression and nodded. "I'd appreciate it. Hopefully I've got at least a few classes with you." She said overly aware of the stares that followed her continuing to keep her thick tail tucked to her.

"Angel it is, then." Ares fished a slip of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it to check his schedule. "My classes are Psychology, pre-Calc, Physical Education II, US Government, then 20 minutes for advisory in the library and 45 for lunch. Then Econ, and a free period." He frowned. "I thought I got all my math credits," he murmured. "...ah, hell. Guess more shit's required this year. Anyway. You've got an assembly in about five minutes. Basically a welcome speech. And it's mandatory. Which means at least a third of us skip out. You might want to, too." Slipping his schedule into his pocket again, he crossed his arms and glanced at the clock. "So what did you get, Angel?"

She smiled shyly. "I have Us. Government, Pre-calculus, Phys Ed, Pottery, the advisory and lunch, Econ with you and English." She said looking at him. "So I have three technically four classes with you if the PE classes are held around each other." Angel looked around alittle. "Yeah if people are staring now then I might want to skip." She said frowning a bit. "So where to?"

"Then that's four classes where you should be left alone," he said, the corner of his lips twitching upwards again. His stomach rumbled quietly, catching the Swede's attention. "Oh, that's right, I haven't eaten." Ares scratched the back of his head, frowning again. "Corner store's a quarter mile from here, so if you like, I can buy you something. I've still got..." He paused, staring off into the distance for a second. "...thirty-four dollars left. And some pennies, but nobody really cares about them."

The snow leopard gave a slight shrugged but smiled. "Um I guess. I think I've still got about twenty on me." She said and stuck close to them as they started to head back out the doors of the school. "So why are you taking the initiative to protect me? I mean you don't know anything about me. I could be a dick like that guy that tried to shank me a few minutes ago." She started.

"That's true. You could be." Ares waited for the swarm of inward-bound students to thin out before he continued. "But, on the other hand, you didn't call out my bullshit. Which a lot of people would've done, because a lot of people are assholes. You didn't, so therefore, you aren't. Unless you plan on being one later, in which case..." The faux albino glared back at the school as they passed the gates and headed West. "...well, you're still stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, more accurately, between a semi and half a dozen dildos as big as my leg. Humans and anthros don't really get along here, so your presence is... unusual."

She snickered a bit. He did have a point. If she was going to be a dick than she would have done it already. She looked Ares over a bit though. He wasn't too short for a human and they were obviously in the same grade. "So how old are you?" She asked as they took the opportunity of the crowd clearing to get out of the building. With a soft sight she muttered to herself. "God I wish I could ditch the whole day." She said letting her teal hair flop into her eyes.

Ares glanced at the snow leopard, seeming to study her for a moment. 'Not bad looking', he thought randomly. 'Cousin Felix says I have weird taste, though. Maybe he's right.' "18. Started school a little late." He dug through his pockets again, this time finding a lighter and a box of cigarettes. "So do I, Angel," he sighed, taking one of the small sticks and lighting it. "I probably might every now and then. Nobody'll notice."

"So..." She started. "Tell me about yourself? Are you from around here?" She asked. Angel wanted to get to know him since he'd pretty much offered to help her out so she didn't end up slaughtered by humans. The thought alone sent chills up her spine. She didn't want to think about it and stepped over a large rock as they continued to walk up the side of the road. She just now thought about how this might look alittle suspicious though. Two kids walking up the road not too far from a school and with backpacks. Then again for all she knew that was common and the only thing people would notice would be the fact that a human was with an anthro.

Ares inhaled deeply from his cigarette, then exhaled smoke through his nose. "I was born in Sweden, actually," he said, kicking aside an empty bottle. "My family moved here about... four or five years ago, just after my brother died. I spent a year improving my English, then another year in some high school in New York City, where I started making money off my YouTube channel. Then, three years ago, we moved here." He seemed much unhappier at this last statement. "It's... honestly, Angel, this town is horrible. Houses are cheap, but it's practically a warzone, depending on where you go. Humans think anthros are freaks, anthros think humans are weak. There was a shooting at the anthros' high school about six months ago, and I've been mugged three times and stabbed twice."

Angel watched him as he spoke. He still had a bit of an accent that she hadn't initially picked up on. She smirked at how he made his money. Not because she thought it was funny but because it was creative and fairly unique. She started to relax a bit until his last statement. "Oh...I'm sorry. So I'd image that you're going to be finding your way out of here with in the next year then, right?" She asked. It was obvious that Ares was about as fond of how things around here were as she was and after she graduated she was going to high tail it out as soon as possible. If she survived.

"Honestly, I just need out. I'll wait a month after I graduate to get enough money to live on my own, then after that..." Ares paused to draw another lungful of smoke. "I don't care. I'll drive all the way to Narnia if I have to." He shrugged and took another puff. A 7/11 was in range, mostly abandoned save for an 18-wheeler, a minivan, and Mr. Hetsigsten's Jeep. Ares's father shouted something at him in Swedish. Something about Dead Space 2. "For Christ's sake," he muttered, before replying in the harsh language.

Angel smiled some. "Well let me know if you need a room mate." She said. Even with the smile on her face he could tell from her tone that she was dead serious.

At hearing an older man's voice the snow leopard raised a brow and looked at her companion. "Who's that?" She asked. She figured it had to be family but as far as who specifically she was at a loss.

"Why not. I'm lonely anyway." Serious or not, Ares was happy to hear the offer. Like he said, he was lonely. He had been lonely since he moved. Glancing at the bald, goatee'd hulk of a man, he hesitated for a moment. "...my dad," he said at last. "I make money doing Let's Plays and rage quits, but he just plays all day. These days, it's horror games. Only reason we ain't homeless is because of the money Grandma left us, but he still has to start working soon."

Angel stopped in her tracks her tail swishing nervously back and forth. "He's umm...He doesn't have any issues with anthros does he?" She asked nervously. She looked at Ares hoping that he would say everything would be fine. She didn't used to be so skittish around humans, then again she wasn't used to humans having things against her kind either. This would take some getting used to and alot of skill to figure out who she could trust.

Ares pushed open the front door, waiting politely for Angel to go in first. "He doesn't have a problem with anthros, and neither do I," he said, actually giving her a smile, albeit a tiny one. He was relatively cute when he decided to smile. "So relax. And makes friends with the ones that meet your eyes. Trust me, it's a good idea." He strolled on to the freezer at the back, looking through different rows of beverages before settling on a Monster.

Angel strolled to the back with him. "Alright. Sorry I'm just... trying to get used to things." She said giving a weak smile and picking out two powerades. Then she went down the aisle and grabbed a large bag of chips and beef jerky. "So Ares, what else do you want to talk about?" She asked watching him.

"Well, you won't have to worry about me. I'm generally likable when people bother to talk to me." Ares picked out a pair of Slim-Jims, lazily examining the label before answering. "Well, I've been in this town longer, so if you have any questions about anything, I can probably answer them," he said at last. "You good on food?"

Angel nodded. "Yeah I'm good. Go ring yours up." She said motioning to the cashier. She waited behind him and eventualy got her muchies rang up. After they walked back out she smirked. "We could ditch today." She offered with a smile. "Well unless your dad would care but since he already saw us..." Her voice trailed off.

Ares caught the cashier's suspicious eyes and glared. He didn't utter a single word until they were outside, outside of a muttered "Thanks" as his snacks were bagged. "It'd seem kinda rude to just skip out on the first day," he said thoughtfully. "But, on the other hand, school sucks." The Swedish boy craned his head to one side until his neck omitted a series of pops and cracks, then let out a grunt that had to indicate satisfaction. "I'm in. What d'you wanna do?"

She shrugged as she opened her jerky. "Um. Your place or mine?" She asked. "I live like five or six miles away from the school and we're headed the right way." She said nomming on a piece of the hard, chewy beef. "Not alot to do at my place. Theres games but that's about it."

"I pretty much just spent my summer getting pissed and playing videogames with my Dad." He shrugged and fiddled with a Slim-Jim. After a moment, he sighed and bit into the wrapper, tearing off a strip of plastic, then slowly peeling it off to access the meaty snack. "Sorry. I'm not very... anyway. Your place or mine, 's up to you."

"How about my place. It'll be empty till around seven or eight." She said with a grin. She shifted her back pack and opened her Gatorade taking a swig.

It didn't take too long for them to get to her place. After she opened the door she dropped her bag an put her snacks on the counter. "I'm going to change into something comfy. Make yourself at home. She said with a grin and disappeared into a room. She came back out a few minutes later in blue cut offs and a black mid drift tank top that read 'PUNK' across her chest in white paint drip letters.

"Yeah, why not. Just kick me out when you get bored of me." Ares saluted her with the Slim-Jim and followed her obediently, munching quietly and looking as if he couldn't give a fuck if he tried.

By the time they reached her house, he'd already finished off his makeshift breakfast and was just about to start on the Monster. "That's probably not an order you want to give," he said, sounding partially sarcastic and partially serious. He popped the top on his Monster and took a long drink, then let out a contented sigh. "You know, you don't need to dress up just for school," he said, settling into the couch.

Angel gave him a slightly odd look. "I wasn't dressed up before." She said sitting next to him. Her tail curling into her lap. "It just what I'm most comfortable in doesn't meet the dress code requirements." She said watching him. "So...." She said looking at him and giving a smile. "So did you have a girl before you moved?" She asked.

"Same thing." Ares paused to grab for his cigarettes, then stopped. "Nej, I doubt you want your folks smelling smoke when you get home," he sighed. His face turned a light shade of pink for a second, then reached for his pocket again, this time pulling out an iPhone. He fiddled with it for a moment before showing her a picture: Ares, three years younger and arm-in-arm with a wolf girl at least half a foot taller than him, with a much more athletic build but a surprisingly pretty face.

Angel blushed some and leaned forward looking at the picture on the screen of his phone. "And no it's fine my mom smokes." She said softly, blindly reaching for something that looked like a sundae glass. "Here, you can ash in this." she said handing the glass to him.

After a few more moments of looking at the picture she leaned back against the couch again. Her tail tip twitched back and forth. "Ares, don't take this the wrong way but I didn't think you were into us of the furry variety." She said her ears flattening to her head.

"That simplifies shit," he muttered, drawing and lighting a cigarette for himself. "Thank you, Angel." Ares stared longingly at the picture for a second, then sighed and returned the phone to his pocket. "Not sure how you came to that conclusion," he said, leaning his head back in the couch, the cigarette protruding from his lips. "I just don't think species, gender, or religion matters. Character does. And that's how me and Rea got together." He took another puff, holding his breath for an unusually long time before exhaling. "Of course, the few around here that know about her say I'm a freak who likes bestiality, but I don't care."

Angel frowned, her ears continuing to lay flat against her hair. "Sorry. It's just usually I can tell. It wasn't that uncommon in Florida." She said with a shrug. "I feel like a douche now." She sighed trying to figure out how to lighten the mood from her fuck up. "Um...Is there anything you want to ask or play?" She said looking at him.

"You don't need to. It's fine." Indeed, he actually looked vaguely amused. "I can see why you'd think that, actually. But the past is the past... I'll be lucky if I ever see again." He reached over to the glass to flick off some ash. "Hey, I'm up for anything you can throw at me," he said, settling into the couch again, then spread his arms wide. "Come at me, bro."

She snickered a bit. "Do you have any boundaries?" She asked looking at him as seriously as she could. She was board and wanted to make things a bit more interesting. She just wasn't sure what. Truth or dare was always a decent way to start to get to know someone though.


Ares grunted and sat up, turning to face her and crossing his legs. "Depends on the context," he replied after a moment. "But one thing I won't go for is girls who look like Richard Kruspe. He's only attractive as a guy." He set the cigarette between his lips again and tucked his bangs into his do-rag. "And you?"

She chuckled. "In that case girls that look like Johnny Depp." She said smiling. "I meant like anything you would be uncomfortable doing though." She said crossing her legs and turning more towards him.

"Oh. Well, screw you for confusing my simple mind." He gave her one of his almost-smiles. "Well, things I won't do... anything stronger than weed, play Call of Duty, and use human excrement in sex. That shit's for plumbing."

She gave a slightly odd look that laid somewhere between intrigued and grossed out. "So I'm amusing this means you're game for truth or dare then?" She asked hopeful.

"You assume correctly." Ares smiled; it was somewhat adorable, if you didn't know him. "Quid pro quo, yes or no. What shall it be, Clarice? Truth or Dare?"

Angel smirked shaking her head. Her teal hair falling into her eyes. "Truth I guess." She said pushing her hair back out of her eyes. "Tell me Oh Great One what it is that you wish to know."

Ares stubbed out his cigarette on his boot, then tossed it in the sundae glass. "Among other things, how to speak better German. But as for what you can tell me..." He cocked his head to one side. "...hm. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Angel nodded some. "Yeah. He was a husky. We didn't really last all that long." She said frowning a bit. Then again that was also roughly five years ago. She didn't really think she was the dating type. So because of it she didn't really chase anyone.

"Ooh, I love huskies," he murmured wistfully, then shook his head. "Sorry. I just think their fur's really pretty, is all." He scratched the back of his head lazily, unfolding his legs and turning around, lying on his back and staring at her upside-down. "Your turn."

"Truth or dare." She asked watching him. She was secretly hoping to do a dare but that was just because of being curious about what she could get him to do.

Ares folded his arms and rested his chin on his forearm, absently humming Eld as he thought it over. "I guess... I'll go with Dare," he decided, looking up at her again. "Try me."

Angel grinned and rubbed her paws together like she was a villian from an old movie. "Hmmmm.... Let me see." She said with a smiled. "I...Dare...You...To..." She paused mainly due to still thinking. "Confess what your first impression is of me." She said with a grin since she couldn't think of anything better.

"...that's the best you can do? Seriously?" He hid his face in his palm for a few seconds before he replied. "My first impression of you... pretty, but whatever deal you made has fucked you in the ass." He shrugged and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. Anyway, my turn... truth or dare?"

She raised a brow. "Deal? What the hell are you talking about?" She asked waiting for a reply.
After he answered she gave a simple, "Alright you think you can do better? Dare." She said with a cheeky grin.

"However you got stuck in a human school." Ares shrugged indifferently and sat up. "Do I have to to better? Alrighty then." He stared at her for a moment, an expression of curiosity on his face, then clapped his hands once. "I dare you to... dance."

Angel looked at him slightly dumbfounded. "You are kidding right? That's your version of out doing me?" She laughed and started rolling around on the floor. "I'm not dancing for you!" She said squeaking.

"Oh, hush. I'm not asking for a lap dance. Just dance. Something stupid." Still, he found himself grinning widely. "You squeaked. By God, you [i]squeaked[/i]," he said, his head hunched over and shoulders shaking. For whatever reason, he laughed almost silently when he was really amused.

She blushed but continued to laugh. "If you want me to dance you'll have to make me." She said still somewhat rolling around. By this point she was laughing so hard that her stomach started to hurt and she started to tear up. "Oh my god it hurts!" She yelled squealing.

"Oh, you're fine, you nut." Ares stood up, only to kneel at her side, still grinning like a maniac. He poked her in the side, then, in a voice surprisingly similar to that of Dr. House: "You'll be fine. You're just nuts."

Angel paused some still giggling softly. "You're weird." She said looking at him with a grin then pulling him on top of her. "I like you." Her grin widened and she blushed some looking up at him. He was the same type of weird she was. And she was happy that he found her.

"I am pretty incredible." He grinned again, only to let out a surprised yelp as he was suddenly yanked down. His face turned an interesting shade of pink as his brain finally figured out what the hell had happened. "I... guess it's your turn," he murmured.

Angel blinked a few times as she watched him. He was cuter when he blushed. "So um...Truth or dare you weird little troll." She said teasingly.

"Troll? I'm offended." He smiled awkwardly, looking away for a moment. He was vaguely reminded of how he met Rea. Finally, he let out a long, slow breath before meeting her eyes. "...dare," he decided.

Angel thought for a long moment letting Ares just sit on top of her. She had to come up with something good. Something that would at the very least amuse her. She grinned. "I got it!" She said sitting up so quickly that her muzzle nudged his. "Strip! I dare you to strip!" She announced with a satisfied look on her face.

Ares's face turned from pink to magenta, leaving him babbling in Swedish for a little while. Then he sighed and sat up, settling on his knees and shrugging off his jacket. "So you don't dance, but I get to strip," he grumbled, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. "Truth or dare, you perv?"

She smirked glancing over his body. Her cheeks turning a light pink even visible threw her fur. "Dare. I'm not scared." She said with a smirk but kept blushing. Her eyes still going over the curves of his body especially around his hips.

"Be afraid. Be very afraid." He grinned and leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms. "Eye for an eye, Angel," he teased. "Strip. I strip as much as you do." He smirked and leaned forward. "Or should I just get dressed?"

She stopped laughing and blushed brighter. "I'm gonna need a shower after this I just know it." She said somewhat jokingly. She slowly pulled of her mid drift tank top and undid her shorts. She now sat on the living room floor in her underwear. "If you want to see more you either start paying up or find a way to convince me." She said with a wink even though she was blushing brightly.

Ares grinned and pulled off his boots. "Make it cold," he said, grinning. "Cry yourself into a frozen coma. Because you'll see me in my underwear." He stood up and hooked his thumbs into his pants, slowly pulling them down enough to slip out one leg, then the other. He dropped it at his pile of clothes and sat back down, his face red.

Angel let out a slight giggle and covered her mouth. "Anyone told you that you're cute when you blush?" She asked coming closer to him. She was starting to think of a new way to make this game very, very interesting. She let her nose rest just a few centimeters away from his and grinned. "I bet it would be really easy to get you even more worked up." She said coyly, her face almost as bright as his.

He blushed brighter but leaned forward in turn, their faces barely separated. "Only one. Not a lot of people check me out." Ares stared into her eyes in silence, seeming to contemplate her. "Oh, do you, now?" he said quietly. "I think I'm interested... but I think it's your turn first. Truth... or dare."

Angel looked down for a brief moment then met his eyes agian. "Truth. I think I need to cool off." She said fanning herself with a hand giving a nervous laugh.

Ares laughed and sat back, crossing his legs again. "You fucking tease," he smirked, crossing his arms. "Okay, truth..." He tilted his head to one side, still blushing. "Um... how much would you strip?"

Angel saw this question coming a mile away and smirked. "Fully...If you can convince me." She added the last part softly just to try to tease him more. "So truth or dare Ares." She said laying back with a grin. Her thick tail nudging him every so often as it twitched back and forth.

I should say dare, he thought. Buuut... maybe that's what she wants. He smirked and leaned forward, stroking her tail with one finger whenever it came close enough. "I got a pretty girl in her underwear in front of me without calling the cops, so I'd do whatever you want," he said slowly. "But... I say truth."

"This gettin' awkward for you yet Sugar?" She asked with a smirk letting her floridian accent come out for a moment. She said letting her tail partially wrap around his wrist. She somewhat wanted to see what she could get away with with him. At the same time though she didn't want to push her luck.

Ares ran his thumb over her tail, meeting her eyes again. "Dear girl, I've seen someone else naked only once in my life," he admitted, letting out a sigh. "We're not at that point, but it's damn close." After a moment, he pulled off his do-rag and laid it down on the floor, then shook his head. "Truth or dare?"

Angel let a smile cross her lips. She couldn't help but watch as he shook out his white hair. For some reason she found it attractive. "Dare." She stated. At least now she'd know what direction he wanted to go with this.

"Dare..." The Swede brushed his bangs out of his eyes and cocked his head. His face hadn't lost its pink hue. "What to do, what to do," he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "I dare you to... kiss me."

Angel waited. Her tail now swishing back and forth behind her as she sat on her knees with her hands in front of her. Upon hearing her dare she gave a slightly amused expression and shrugged. "Sure. Why not." She said with a smirk and leaned forward. Letting her lips brush his.

Ares blushed again, somewhat surprised that she'd actually kissed him. Though it felt a little too short to fully enjoy. "Fuzzy," he commented, trying to hide his blush behind a smirk. He could still feel a phantom touch on his lips. "But not very long. Am I really that repulsive?" He shook his head, trying to do something with his hair. "Your turn."

She laughed some. "Well of course it was short. You said kiss. Not make-out." She said sarcastically. She leaned back on her legs again. She still continued to look him over though. She'd never really considered humans before for dating. Friends were fine but she'd never really been attracted to any humans. "Truth or dare?" She asked softly.