Snippet #2765977

Demor sighed as he was given the cold shoulder, quite literally, and his advances were pushed back past the starting point. Right... so don't use magic around the Aschen girls... got it.... Sighing, Demor let the water fall and stayed there for a moment, eyes looking at his reflection in the water. He was about to open his mouth and speak to Montrose again in an attempt to salvage the situation, but then Iviri called out, seemingly in slight anguish and in need of assistance. Turning his head towards the younger male, Demor nodded and sighed, standing.

"Well then... since I am such an affront to you... I suppose I will do you a favor and get out of your lovely red hair.... farewell, Admiral." Demor said, his voice a bit soothing, though hurt. tossing his towel around his neck as he walked towards the boys, stopping about seven feet away and shifting his weight to his right hip as he looked at the two younger males.

"I suppose that we should go, then, Iviri. I've been given the cold shoulder... should try my luck with one of those other girls I suppose." he grinned, tail twitching playfully behind him as he crossed his arms in front of him. Pausing a moment, he considered his options, then nodded, turning to step towards the locker room, pausing once to cast a curious glance at Montrose before looking away and then heading into the locker room. Once there, he grabbed a fresh towel or two and began to dry himself off, humming a Draconian Lullaby to himself while he did so.

"Something on your mind, Iviri?" he asked, sensing that there was something indeed on the boy's mind, at least a little anyway.