Say what? Darklis looked at Trouble with an expression that had 'yeah, right, whatever' written all the way over it in multiple colours. "If you were treated like that all of the time, Rina'd be too busy to do her thing and my grades would start to suck." And, let's face it, the Azraelan was just about one of the least cuddly things in Scarlet Oak High School with the veritable exception of the vice principal -- who, if he did not stop staring at her ass? Was going to find himself at the feet of the actual principal for whatever kind of sexual harrassment that actually was. If anybody thought she wasn't serious? Just watch her. She'd drag him down there by his collar the next time she caught him. Which was classed as an assault in and of itself, but since human law was not applicable to vampires... Fuck you, vice. -- Huh? She very nearly voiced that last bit, then realised that Daisy had answered her question about the drinks. It was really hard to heard someone when you were trying so hard to block out what they were feeling -- from two fronts. Milk. Right. Oh! Milk and cookies. "On it," she sang from nearly half-way down the hall, like, the moment she remembered it was rude to just leave someone like that unacknowledged. And, you know what? She wasn't sure she wanted to hear Rina's reaction to Trouble just blurting out that question. Though honestly, she was never going to know -- or understand -- the thing with milk and cookies. It wasn't like she'd ever had it at home. And milk smelled funny, or at least now she thought it did. Memo to me: never mention just how similar the consistency of milk and blood can be. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Not with cookies.
Forgetting to dawdle in the hallway like she had meant to -- the vampire had gone and done everything way too fast this time, but she wanted to hear Daisy's end of it all -- Darklis set Daisy's milk down beside her with a bright smile that very nearly revealed fangs. It would have done had her bottom lip not curled up just in time, but the subject of the minute plus the cat was hopefully far more distracting. She hoped. She... kind of gave up when the question of whether or not she and Rina were psychic came about. It wasn't that her race was no longer an issue -- in Darklis' mind there was still every chance that Daisy might throw Trouble at her and make a run for it -- but if cards were being shown... was it not better, for Rina and in general, for her to be honest? Right? Seriously, I need a familiar to agree or disagree with me here. It was that sudden flow of guilt that tipped her over the edge, though. Since it was coming from two sides, she figured it had to be Daisy's. Especially with a pout like that and--Oh god. She is so sincere it hurts. "Actually?" Darklis' hand raised slowly like she was requesting permission to speak in class. Only it stopped at her shoulder because otherwise that would have been retarded. "Um. I'm a vampire." The nervous smile she gave to show off her fangs matched her tone -- which was weird, because it wasn't often she ever really sounded nervous -- and she quickly tangled her fingers behind her back. "Kind of psychic? But you're not having any effect on me. Honestly." Her smile brightened a little, looking better -- if not potentially more dangerous -- for being open. "Hey, smile; I'm just going to get Rina a sweet tea." Girl needed one, and hey, Darklis actually knew how to make it.