Unpleasant Meetings

Darius moved into the lake area, his eyes shining with anger. He remembered the girl from yesterday who had just randomly attacked him, and he had barely managed to live. He sat down at the lake, his bandana strongly tied around his head, and he took off his shoes and trench coat, reavealing his tattooed arms. He was wearing a white tank-top underneath, and he felt alot more relaxed like that. He rolled up his black jeans, and revealed his ankle and lower leg tattoos, and dipped his feet into the water.

Darius noticed a girl in the water, and he rolled his eyes. Did she have to swim so close to the boy? Couldn't he have some peace? Darius smirked and whistled, then fumbled with a stick, acting like nothing had happened. He whistled once more, and did the same thing as before. He fumbled around as Nyx padded along, her black tail stuck high in the air. Darius patted her softly, and she purred.

Darius grinned. "Hey!" He shouted, then looked away, again pretending like nothing happened. "Hey! Hey, Hey Heya!" He shouted once more, grinning as he did so. Nyx purred, and sat down next to Darius.

Darius rolled his eyes. The water seemed like a good temperature, so he took off his jeans, put on some swimming trunks that he always stored in his bag, and jumped in. Of course he had taken his tank-top off. Now his chest tattoos were visible aswell, like the two birds on his chest.

Darius raised his eyebrows at a bag nearby. "Need that?" Darius said and grinned mishchievously. He ran up and picked it up, his body dripping wet from the water.

"..." Darius grinned and nodded slowly. He reached into his swimming trunks's pockets, and passed the girl the bag. "Shy one, eh?" Darius said and rolled his eyes, then dove back into the water flawlessly. He was a perfect swimmer, after all.