Re: On the train: The Schoolboy/The Witch
The train. The town. Take a pick one either one; he'd been here long enough to sense that shift that came with the magic of the place. "Your first time?" He asked, Irish lilt still hanging onto the holes of his vowels, but it was mostly bitten back.
He cast a glance over a shoulder to check the windows. The sky was turning lavender and before long, it would be rose. Then gold, and then he'd be in fucking trouble if he wasn't home. Not the type that would come from a night skipping out and skivving off, but the type that came with a very permanent death that he wasn't quite ready to face yet. That didn't mean -- his gaze returned to the -- man in front of him, their hands still clasped together and his mouth curved faintly.
"Very much so. You?" He'd probably had the larger surprise, as there was nothing about Aedan that could be mistaken for a girl, school age or otherwise. It was only on a good day that he could be mistaken for human. "I hate to cut the evening short but I must get home. Do you have a way to get to your own? I can give you a ride if you need."