Davian had been binging. Binging on sleep, binging on OJ, and binging on cigarettes from the case he'd stolen from the convenience store in Camden. The box was safely tucked away in one of his hiding places around the school and he hoped it would last a while. If his PO found out about the theft, it'd be a violation and he'd be back in prison. In addition to the OJ, the first full night back, he'd found a gift left by his door from Jae. Davian didn't know what soju was, but it was alcohol, and he had accepted it regardless of the consequences. Gifts were always a tricky area as a demon.
Tomorrow he knew he'd have to face his PO again and for the moment, Davian was trying to sober up to prepare for the meeting. It'd been two weeks since he'd had to come and Davian didn't know what the school had told the police about his absence, but it must have been good because his PO didn't ask any questions, just set the time to meet and check in.
Instead of going to classes, Davian had found one of his usual places, a cubby in the art room, and had tucked away for a long morning and afternoon of catching some Zs. He was doing so quite happily until light flooded the area as someone pulled open the door, the sound waking him up enough to start to turn, only to be met by a blast of fire from a figure that had what looked like fiery horns on her head.
Davian yelped, curling up tightly into a ball and expecting the punishment of his demon family from Las Vegas. In his fear, he pushed back against the fire and was barely able to catch it in time to maneuver it enough to not burn his skin, though the back of his shirt was singed and black and the cabinet had been flash seared.
He looked back, recognizing Kana and shouted, his heart beating fast from teh rude awakening. "Bright fucking idea! Using flame in a room full of paper! Fuck! Were you trying to kill me?"