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The sun shone high and pumpkin noon. Andrew had picked a nice spot in the sun right in the middle of the field near the dorms. He didn't even bother to properly clear the area just burned out a nice spot to put his tail and stretched out on the grass.

His room was warmer but outside had the pumpkin sun which he caught with every possible inch of wings. His tail still bore a bandage on it. It healed a little slower than the scratches and lets be honest he was a baby about his tail.

Andrew was just laying there trying not to think about anything. Trying not to think about AJ or the fighting or anything at all. he just wanted to be, feeling the breeze gently blow by and the listening to the trees creak eerily in the distance. He didn't go to class today, and he had a feeling it might be a while before he decided to again. Right now he just needed to be alone and recoup.

Andre didn't see her, instead he felt her, or rather felt a cool breeze blowing in. In instinct his own heat pressed back. His blaze burned higher but his wings curled inwards as he shifted on to his side. The smell of grass being burnt alerted him that he had shifted his tail and he immediately put out the small sudden blaze looking over his shoulder with intent, but the moment he opened his eyes he saw a face staring down at him.

"Jack!" he bolted upright tail blazing higher as the adrenaline surged through his body. He put a hand to his chest feeling trying to calm it. It was just her. But what was she doing sitting there? He took a deep breath trying to calm and then gave her a questioning gaze. "Olivia?" What was with the sudden frost in the middle of summer?

an now his small blaze of grass was a little larger and not smaller like he intended. It was fine, he just directed it away from her and put it out a moment later with some intent, but it was burning.

He had startled her. He wasn't surprised he had startled her, she startled him first. His self defense was just kicking in. That was all.

But she was here.... and closer. Weird. 4 and a half feet, no he might even say 4 feet. But he was on the ground. She acknowledged him saying her name in that odd way of hers. Of course he knew her name. It wasn't like he would forget in a few months.

But her attention was lower, to where he had been bitten. "Eh yeah." he shrugged lifting a wing. It didn't hurt so much now. It would be gone in a few days, he was sure. he saw silent questions but he answered none of them. Instead he choose to merely state the obvious. Though it was odd that she was looking down at his tail where the fire was. Usually she would vanished to further away, he remembered. It hurt to remember.

The response to frost was immediate and unconscious. He produced even more heat to match her cool. A straight line was drawn between them. Her frost and his heat.

"What are you pouting about?" She was cute and puffy and... he shifted moving to hands and knees a wing dropping down to steady his balance as he reached over to pinched her cheeks and pull a little if he could get his hands on her. "I'm fine."

Wait was that steam? His hands weren't on fire. But damn she was cold. He let go a moment later. "You are still pouting." he whined at her, frustrated. Did that ghoul ever get mad? And she was still staring, which received no answers because she didn't actually ask any questions.

He stat up and back now facing her as he lifted his tail off the ground waving it as he realized he wasn't comfortable and couldn't easily set it down without risking yet more fire. His own comfort would take priority as he dropped the tip into his lap while he remained well within the original 4 foot line. 2 feet, a comfortable real creeple distance. She came to him. He consciously refused to treat her different. If she got scared off or moved so be it. The down side was it now gave her a good look at the bandage which covered a bite mark. Andrew's hands played with the flames subconsciously moving them around as he stared at her. "Stop pouting." his own face pulled into a frown.

He wasn't sure how much he liked her actually obeying either. Olivia just frustrated him now. Sitting here frustrated him. The feeling that were not quiet dead inside him frustrated him. He didn't know how to act. A small left over bit of rage just wanted to set her... along with the whole school on fire. But that would only make him feel better for a moment and he knew that. His tail's injury was a solid reminder of what happened. It grounded him, and prevented him from letting those feelings consume him again. (Oddly it was much easier to do now than then.)

But she didn't let the subject drop. "Something like that." he admitted and looked away, shifting down and curling on himself giving her a few more inches. "I came out here to relax." and be away from creeple. It looked like he needed to go further for that.

There was a flinch as Andrew wondered if the mouse was ok; but she attacked him first she deserved it. He shouldn't have to justify it. She knew what she was in for. "It's fine."

She scooted closer, and the cold air she brought with her was not welcome. Olivia however was, so he didn't move away, just burned hotter. "That's why I picked it." because it was a nice spot. Full sun, comfortable ground. an her skirts looked comfortable and puffy. So Andrew just let his weight roll over as he nested putting his head on her skirt. It was colder here but not unbearable. Maybe it would cool his head. he curled repositioning so the tail landed in the same scorch marked spot from before, a body length away from her, and just laid there like all the energy had been sucked out of him.

For possibly the first time since he met her, Andrew felt almost relaxed around her. She wasn't pulling away, yet. Maybe he just didn't have the energy or the will to be scary enough to scare her away today. Maybe he would just let his happen. This time. Today. As long as he got to soak up the sun. Maybe he was already dozing again as he made himself comfortable.

The placement of the tail was a simple curtsy. Really Andrew did have manners somewhere, he did pay attention had learned to pay attention to small things, like where to put his fire. That was because he cared even if he didn't admit it or say it. More so habits had formed around Olivia that simply weren't broken because of a fight.

He didn't resist her cold that much. It was just a pocket of cool compared to the heat he naturally gave off. Rather he wasn't actively fighting it, but his body had other ideas that required keeping him semi warm. Most of it started at the part furthest from her though the occasional shiver kept his body moving.

Olivia would find the horns warm, smooth and sturdy. He wasn't actively outputting heat there but the were as warm to the touch as his hands were. Olivia would find his hair and head a little cooler, though his whole body still radiated some heat. He didn't move away from the touch on his horns, he hardly felt it though he was aware of the sensation. Now that he was comfortable he didn't move just stared off into this distance with a small frown on his face, even supposedly relaxed.