Heated Area: Davian & Caleb
Davian tensed and hunched a bit, looking up at whoever had gripped his shoulder. It could always be that demon hunter, Winifred, or someone waiting to get him back for mouthing off. Davian could never be sure. Blinking and a bit taken back to see Caleb standing there, shirtless, soaking wet, and definitely cold with perky nipples that were demanding attention, Davian missed his usual opening to give a scathing remark.
He stammered instead. "You-- Keeping people warm is-- OJ can-- Fuck." he hissed and wrapped his arms with its layer of towels more tightly around himself, huddling up as Caleb sat beside him. Davian wasn't sure what to make of Caleb these days. The half-siren used to be someone he talked to constantly and Caleb gave as good - or better - as he got with Davian's teasing. But then along came an angel who taught the demon a little about self worth. Davian realized Caleb made him feel bad about himself, so he cut him out.
But now Caleb had apologized and according to Ambriel, forgiveness was vital to being redeemed. It caught in Davian's throat like a bitter pill, though. He glanced over, eyeing the other boy some more. Dammit, how many times had he wanted to see Caleb exactly like this? Davian decided to try some things to find out if Caleb was really different now.
He snickered, "Five more, but fuck that. I'm not getting back in that water." Davian paused a breath, looking over at the lake where students were waiting to take their turn at jumping. He had to dodge Victoria several times already. The she-devil-vampire was keeping track of who jumped and how many times.
"You know they have towels over there, Mr. Nipples."