Darklis' general attitude was making Locke think that she couldn't really be that old. Maybe she was somewhere around the seventeen that she looked and the news were all barking up the wrong tree with their acting like she wasn't. Or maybe she was just immature or blended in really well with high school students. Whatever it was, Locke was glad he was keeping those thoughts to himself just in case one of them managed to offend her. "Yeah, no I get that. That's sorta why I'm not there. Not that they'd be staring at me." Okay, some of them might. But that was because his parents had been killed recently and people could be really weird about latching on and just watching people who'd gone through tragedy. It was one of the things that made Locke feel like life wasn't worth it. Why live in a world where people liked tragedy? Because not everyone does. Right, that. "I like seeing things happen. I don't think either of you'd get hurt and I want to see if you're right and it's just like two humans walking together." Bunny'd be done for it, he was almost positive about that. That was just how the were-cat was.
"Didn't know who you were, couldn't mean you especially. Nice comparison. Can't stand those Twilight books." Meyer was a woman who needed to be introduced to the idea of a good story. She was going to ruin American literature by making people think that she was some sort of standard and Locke'd been around for long enough to remember bits and pieces of what American writing used to be like. He'd rather see it go back to that before the drivel that was Twilight took over even just the young adult genre. "Rice was alright until she seemed to lose her mind and try to denounce her own writing. I'll never understand that." Was he carrying on a conversation with a vampire about vampire books? Irony, nothing brings you about like a day in high school. Locke rubbed at the back of his neck, it felt suddenly hot, and ignored the wince that wanted to come along with the movement. Was she smiling like that because he'd said too much about Cole? God, being a teenager again was always so hard. His emotions got all tangled up and he'd babble just like them. The hormones were the worst part. "Isn't he? I couldn't believe the first time I heard people picking on him when I came here. They're probably just jealous that they can't pull off the blue hair." Nowadays at Scarlet Oak High, Locke was pretty sure that if anyone walked in with blue hair that they'd be accused of mimicking the young psychic whether they were or not. That color was just Cole now. "Oh, uh, no it'll be fine. I don't have gym or anything so I can rest it during class and have Amelia look at it when I get home." He gave an awkward smile and shifted slightly. "It can be cool to live with a witch. Thanks for the offer though." Now he just felt doubly as bad for wanting to turn and run away from her just because she had fangs. "Sorry for that first reaction I had. I shouldn't judge people." The world had turned into a darker place, yes, but he needed to remember that he couldn't let himself change with it. Not in those ways.