(-pets- Like I said, no worries!)
Although the man may act the airhead, it wasn’t the case with Hades; the redhead really was one, a silly, scatterbrained creature, a conduct truly unbefitting of his age. He does have his non-imbecilic moments, however, they were entirely in erratic spurts. Unfortunately, now was not one of those times because wherever this exchange was leading to, it being a date definitely did not cross his mind. Forget his earlier visions of copulation, currently the only thing he was thinking of was the chocolate tea.
“Friends?” Hades tucked his chin into the groove made by the downward interlocking of his fingers with his elbows perched onto the table. Gazing up at the other, a look of contemplation crossed his face before splitting into a wide grin. “Indeed, that would be nice!” Having a drinking buddy wasn’t a bad idea too, but the vampire’s concept of a drinking buddy might be more of a ‘drinking that buddy’ instead of what was rightly implied. In which case, it wouldn’t be that good of an idea for the blond.
His face fell once more (really, how can one shift his expression so much in such a short period of time?!) after hearing the time his waiter’s shift ended. By then, he was visibly pouting. “But... I don’t do mornings...” the ancient remarked dejectedly, so upset that it didn’t register to him that the man had asked for his name. Were they not meant to be? How distressing! And he looked good enough to eat, too! Not to mention he had chocolate tea.
Hades let out a disgruntled sigh, eyes sweeping over the patrons of the cafe. “Hadrian Sergius,” he finally answered though his tone lacked warmth. “Hades, if you want,” he added with a half-hearted shrug. What was the point, really?
