Alex liked the solitude and being with his thoughts, but thoughts had a funny way of turning on you and making what would be a beautiful day into a nightmare. He knew this first hand as he had plenty of time with his thoughts, he would be fine one moment then his thoughts would turn on him causing him to relive his past. When that happened he wished there was someone that understood his treacherous mind, not many knew about the pain of growing up with people who hated you. But he would never wish that on anyone, not even his worst enemy. No one will want you, a broken and disfigured thing. His mind whispered to him, he knew that he needed to find something to distract him until this passed.

He took some seeds from a bird feeder to see if he could get some birds to land and eat from his hand. He had the patients for it but that left too much time for thinking, so he kept walking. That was when he noticed two young men talking or in the very least one trying to talk while the was shutting him out. Alex could tell the one who yelled "teme" had some mental scars, anyone could see that, or maybe that was just him. Maybe only the broken could see the broken. He watched them for a moment longer before unzipping his black and red leather hoodie jacket and walking over to them. He wanted to see how they would react to his scars, maybe the little one wouldn't care but then he might. Alex didn't care though, he just walked up.

He stood next to the tall one, but didn't say anything, just stood there for a moment. He then slowly crouched and gave the small mouse a seed he took from the bird feeder, he gently stroked the little mouse's head before looking up at the owner of the mouse. He didn't talk, seeing that the young man wasn't one for talking, and he could respect that. A small came to his lips, not a mocking smile, but one that understood and respected the person infront of him. Alex slowly stood, but while doing so he reached out and plucked a flower from the garden. He studied the Chelone, it was pretty with its white-ish pink bloom and sweet sent. He looked over at the taller boy and handed the flower to him, "For you." He said softly.

Alex hoped that he wasn't being to weird, but he needed a distraction from his mind.

@Destinyfailhorror17@Pudding

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Gabriel hated this place, for one they housed the female student body in another dorm away from the guys and two they had this weird Match Program. Like what the hell, they expect us to just be okay with someone telling us who to love? He thought angrily as he walked down towards the cafe. He hated the idea of never being able to flirt with another girl or worse, never being able to bed another girl. That idea scared him the most, he liked girls and alot of girls liked him, not that many could resist his charms. With that said his charms have gotten him into trouble, but then they also got him out of trouble. So it was a double edged sword, but it was one that he liked to play with.

Once at the cafe, he got himself a coffee and sat down at a window seat. As he sipped the hot beverage, he wondered when the last time he got some. Three or four days? Dear lord! That's the longest I have ever been without! He thought feeling a little horrified and deprived of the one thing that he felt that he needed. He often wondered if he was part Incubus, considering that he often felt that he needed sex or anything along those lines as he sometimes felt sick or at least weakened if he went too long with out it. It was a thought that often bugged him, but then he didn't truly mind being half Incubus as it lead to mind blowing love making with the girls. And if they said that they didn't enjoy it, they were lying as he could tell that he rocked their world. He also knew that they would never find someone that could give it to them like he could.

A small smile came to his lips at that thought, he just hoped that he could find someone soon that he could bed as there was an uneasiness in his stomach. Yup, I have to be part Incubus. He confirmed in his head, as he continued to sip his coffee and watch as people passed by. Maybe he would meet someone, a girl to be exact, that he could romance for a while. He just hoped that he wouldn't be matched anytime soon.

Momoko Kaede
Garden

She raised an eyebrow when her phone vibrated with a text from the Match Office app. She frowned when she read that she would no be able to go to the Office to meet her Match face to face but was surprised to see they sent his name and picture. She hesitated to open the attachment but after a minute of mental debate, she finally opened it. She saw his name first.

Ichika Tomari

She looked at his picture and blushed. He seemed very cute. Hopefully he would be nice too. After making sure she didn't miss anything else on the message, Momoko looked around and saw what seemed to look like him looking around. He might have been looking for her. "I-Ichika!" She called out to him, before starting to walk towards him.

Damian looked away as the man spoke, voicing how he thought of things and the young man sighed lightly, both in relief and annoyance though he wouldn’t say anything like that because he didn’t want to upset his so quickly. “We shouldn’t rush.” He muttered shyly, shoving his hands in his pockets, the fabric bulging around his hands and the chain the hung between his belt loops jingling loudly as he looked up. “Why don’t we - “Damian paused to look up at Jack, biting his bottom lip nervously for a moment. “Go talk somewhere for a while?” He suggested, finding a way that they could get away from the prying eyes of the crowd that was gathering around the office and in the hall. It looked to him that the two Matchmakers were holding a lot of meetings today and interviewing students as well as introducing a few pairs that hadn’t yet met though they already looked as if they knew each other or wouldn’t need much help beyond being called down to the office.

“We could get something to eat?” It sounded like he was asking Jack on a date, it totally did and the thought made the lanky young man blush again while he lifted his head and looked up toward the ceiling, his hair fell away from his eyes to reveal striking blue eyes that were accentuated by the makeup he’d put on earlier. On his neck there was a spider web tattooed, stretching up to just below his ear and the dark black ink was often hidden from view by his hair as it flicked around the nape of his neck.

@Avanhelsing

It was her

Through some act of divine intervention, Momoko just so happened to be in the garden as well. Ickika didn't put a lot of thought into it. Right now all that mattered to him was the girl who was going to love him was right in front of him...it was almost too overwhelming for him to handle. However he powered through the serge of emotions to regain the cognitive functions of his brain. "It's you..." he whispered. He quickly rushed over to her and grabbed on of her hands "it's finally you" he put the hand he grabbed between both of his. "I've waited...so long to meet you" at this point his voice began to crack. By now, his eyes were starting to water. If it weren't for the giant smile on his face, one might think that he was holding back a wave of sorrow

"...Your hand...it's so soft and warm" despite having forced his brain to reboot, it still wasn't at 100%. The shear bliss that Ichika was in made it hard to focus on rational thought, so he right now he was being driven by his instincts guided autopilot

@Card Captor
Momoko Kaede
Garden

She was surprised that he ran over to her. He must have been excited to meet her too, maybe even more so. She blushed even more when he took her hand into his. "Yes, I'm your Match." She smiled but stopped when she saw tears well up in his eyes. "H-Hey, Don't cry, Ichika." She wasn't sure what to do. Momoko noticed a bench nearby and led him to it. "Here, take a seat and please try to calm down a little." She soothed, rubbing his back. What was on his back..? That wasn't her focus, now she had to make sure he didn't cry. "I understand you're happy, I am too...just don't cry..." She soothed.

Eliza Brindelwood
Match Office

Eliza froze as she heard that amazing voice. She glanced up as a VERY attractive young man walked up to her and offered her his hand. She fumbled as she tucked her journal away, hoping that she was fast enough to hide what she was writing and she stood up quickly, running a nervous hand through her hair. This couldn't possibly be right. How could she be matched with a guy who looked like that?! He was so attractive and she... well wasn't. But as soon as he said his name, she knew immediately that this was him. "Uh, yeah, me neither," she said stupidly, taking his hand and shaking it.

Shut up! Don't mess this up, you dingus! she thought to herself and she shook her head quickly. "Sorry, where are my manners?" She smiled softly at him and said, "My name is Eliza. It is very nice to meet you Oliver." She stood there awkwardly for a moment, staring down at her hands before saying, "Do you want to go get a cup of coffee or something? I mean, considering that they matched, I figure we should probably get to know each other more. Or we could go swimming, or go to the gym, or something like that." Her voice faded a bit toward the end. "I'm sorry. I tend to ramble when I get nervous. What do you want to do?

@Avanhelsing

Connor and Ryko Quick
Gym

As the foot came toward his head, Connor swung under it, glaring at his semi-older brother. "Hey! We said no face shots!" Ryko laughed and leapt back, bouncing on his toes away from his brother. Both were shirtless and glaring at each other across the mat. Connor is bent over now, breathing heavily from the past half an hour of dodging his brother's blows. Ryko has hardly broken a sweat.

"Wow, Connor," Ryko said, walking over to pick up a towel. "I didn't figure that you would last that long." Connor glared at him and took a swig of his water. They both headed toward the locker room, toweling off as they walked. Ryko glanced over at his brother. "So, you got Matched huh?" Ryko has a slight edge in his voice. For years, since he and Connor are twins, he had been hoping that he could at least beat his younger brother in one thing, but it just so happened for them to be matched on the same day.

"Well, so did you, so you can't complain," Connor said. He checked his watch. "We should probably head down there now. Our girls will be waiting for us." Connor smiled at his brother and they both quickly stripped and switched into new, better smelling clothes before grabbing their bags and heading down to the Match Office.

"So, what's the lucky girl's name?" Connor asked his older brother.

Ryko smiled. "Claudia, I believe."

Connor froze in his place. "Wait. Claudia Desmond?"

Ryko narrowed his eyes at his older brother. "Yeah. Why?"

Connor ran a hand through his hair. "Because she's my match also."

Both the brothers stared at each other before sprinting toward the Match Office. They ran up to the front desk and looked at the guy in the desk. "There must be some mistake," Ryko asked the front desk. "You see, my twin brother and I, we were matched with the same girl. You guys must have made some mistake!"

@ViolentViolet

Ichika Tomari
Garden

"I...I'm sorry. It's just...I'm so happy! I've waited for this, for so long. It feels so good to be held by someone else. You feel...so warm." Ichika said breathlessly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a firm (but not painfully tight) hug. While one hand moved in gentle circles on the middle of her back, the other ran through her hair "I'll do whatever I can to make you as happy as possible...so please never leave me." While they were still folded up, his wings began to flutter slightly in excitement. 'This feels more wonderful then I ever dreamed it would'

The girl had been reading in her dorm room, alone like usual, but still covered nearly completely to hide her body from her own eyes just as she often hid it from others; the book was heavy and long, the perfect escape from the real world again though the phone call to her had startled her out of the fantasy world of the novel. She reached over and grabbed it, just in time for it to end her and her cell phone to vibrate next to her leg and the text message from Tamaki to pop up on her home screen. She’d been matched. She sighed, quietly, as she stood and left the phone on the couch when she went to shower before the meeting. She couldn’t look at herself as she did, the scars on her body repulsive and deep, some fresh and as she moved a large cut ripped open on her side and blood started to drip down her side again, though she didn’t move to stop it. She cleaned out the wound and when she got out of the shower she dressed it appropriately. The dark haired girl dried and dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve grey shift, boots and a sweater with a scarf around her neck to hide the bandage beneath it. She pulled up her hood and left her room locked behind her, the phone still on her couch.

Claudia walked through the campus, going almost completely unnoticed with her heavy closing hiding her body from view. Her hands shoved deep in her pockets, her eyes followed the stone and grass she walked on between buildings, the distant blue hiding behind a fringe of deep, black hair and thick eyes lashes that cast a shadow over her cheekbones. She pressed her arm against her side as she walked up the stairs, feeling the fresh stitches tug on her flesh and she clenched her teeth, her jaw tightening behind the scarf that covered the lower half of her face. She remembered when she could wear a skirt and walk out in the light without being so afraid, she loved to talk to people but she hadn’t done that for over a year now at least. At the third floor of the building she looked down the hall at the match office were several students were chatting or waiting to be called inside. Two boys rushed passed them all, nearly knocking aside one of the other boys though there was a larger one with him and he didn’t fall. She recognized most of the people around as students from the school and people who weren’t so afraid, or rather, they were ignorant.

Young lady Desmond took a deep breath and began a brisk walk down the hallway, just in time to hear them yelling about being matched to the same person, loud and obviously annoyed by it; by the time she’d reached the door the man inside had spoken to the two of them. Tamaki stood and laughed quietly where he leaned back on the desk, ready to call in the next couple when the two barged in. He’d seen it coming when he and Mrs. Yoshiida had talked about the results the three of them had gotten paired together by the system they had. It was a near fail proof program though sometimes things like this happened but no matter what they did they always came up. Even when one was removed, the other still came up. “No mistake boys.” He said, looking over their shoulders toward where the girl stood in the doorway, clearly terrified by the way she was looking at them. It was taking everything she had right then not to turn and run away from them and never look back. Men couldn’t be trusted, she knew that and yet she was here for some reason. Why was she here? ”She’s right there.”

@ScarlettWaters16

@Card Captor
Momoko Kaede
Garden

Momoko blushed even more at his words and actions. But she jumped a little in complete shock when she realized whatever was on his back was moving a little. "Let's make this work. Maybe we should grab a bite or maybe sit and get to know each other a little better?" She suggested after he let go of her. He seemed to really like her, and he seemed really genuine about making their relationship work and it made her want to get to know him a little more.

Momoko felt so happy, his smile was infectious. Was this how all Matches felt when they met for the first time? Maybe that was why it's so revered by others in and out of the school. She almost felt like dragging him into a dance with her for no reason other than being happy. Would that be weird? It certainly wasn't anywhere near the stage that they could do whatever and still like each other for it. At least, that's what she thought.

Tetsu grumbled waiting for the coffee he had ordered 10 minutes ago to get to his table. He wasn't really in the best of moods, to say he had a long night was an understatement. He sighed and tapped along the table his finger tips making the transformation into iron. As he tapped again and again it began to chip away the paint. Whenever someone tried to speak to him about it his glare drove them away, he was not in the best of moves right now. Finally after 15 minutes waiting someone brought him is coffee, and as he took his first sip his mood changed drastically. What was a look of annoyance and irritation changed to a more relaxed and somewhat happy with the caffeine of the French roasted with cream and sugar added into his system. He let out a sigh of relief afte taking his first long sip enjoying the mild burn of it. With some caffeine to calm him down he began to study the students wandering in and out of the cafe. Some were highschoolers some were in college, there were even a few middle school students too. This school truly took in all kinds including him and another. An old friend he was fairly close with, he wasn't surprised when he saw her a few tables away groaning, while he had a rough night she was having a rough morning.
He got up from his table and walked with coffee in hand and sat in the seat across from her seeing the hungover look in her eyes. "Hungover again?" He asked taking another long burning sip of his coffee, another sigh of relief escaping his lips. "I don't know why you do this to yourself. You know it's only going to end badly." He said mildly lecturing her, she had come to this school as a teacher a year after he had become chief overseer for the students of the match program. They didn't get along at first but after a certain incident the twos got along just in. He took an more sip as he handed her his coffee cup "Cafe for a sip? For a teacher you look like crap." He said offering her a few sips of his drink
@ViolentViolet

@ViolentViolet
Jack usually seemed to do this; he got way to ahead of himself just like he always did. He was just excited and why shouldn't he be? People never figured him for gay and so it difficult for him to find anyone. He had never thought he would be matched and now he was looking at the guy that the experts claimed would be his one true love.

Course therein lies the issue and that was the whole one person part. Jack was surely not a one person type of guy. Sure he wasn't exactly loose but he wasn't exactly faithful either. It would take a lot of work to get Jack to become a faithful.

To make it even better he sort of liked his match just from meeting him. He had learned to quickly latch onto new people since folks tended to leave him after awhile. He grinned at Damien. "I would love to go talk to you." He said wrapping an arm around Damien's shoulder. He quickly let go since he didn't know if his match had an issue with touch. Some people seemed to flinch if they were so much as grazed by another person. Jack was not that kind of guy and the silly grin on his face showed it.

"We could go to... I don't know where honestly. Maybe you should choose for us since it was your idea after all Damien. "He said as they walked out the doors to the building. "Sorry if I've over stepped a line. I just never expected to be paired. " He explained as they walked out into the sunlight. "How about we head to the cafe? I could use something to calm me down and tea sounds like just that thing." Jack said still sounding like a toddler who ate too many sugar sticks.

@ScarlettWaters16
Oliver just watched her react. He was not the brightest so he could tell. However he was now sure that he had been right in his guess. She definitely was his match. It was funny that he could do that so quickly. Maybe it was natural. Maybe it was just natural. He noticed her journal but didn't mention it.

"It's great to meet you Eliza. "He said shaking her hand and listening as he rambled. "Hey. It's fine. I ramble too. It doesn't matter to me. "He said smiling at her. "Honestly I would go anywhere. I was just at the gym. It's why I have these with me. "He said pointing to his gloves. "Didn't I see you there dancing? You looked amazing. "He said still smiling. "I'd go anywhere. You chose since it was your idea. "He said looking at the growing crowd. "Anywhere but here. "

@ThatWeirdChick
Ichika Tomari
Garden

She wanted to make this work.

While Ichika had no reason to believe that she wouldn't, hearing that from her removed a huge weight from his shoulders. "I would love that...I would love that a lot" he answered her while chocking up just a little. Getting to his feet, he scooped her up bridle style relishing the feel of her weight on his arms. "So Momoka" he shivered while saying her name, with his wings rustling as well "where would you like to go. Whereever you pick is fine with me, I just want to see you smile"

'If this is a dream...then I never want to wake up.' The was a small part of Ichika that still thought that all of this was a dream. Having such a beautiful, wonderful girl suddenly in his life like this seemed far too good to be true, no matter how real it felt. 'Or maybe I've been drugged. If this is what being high feels like then I could understand why so many people destroy their lives to get it. No! This can't just be a dream, I refuse to let it be all in my head!'

@Avanhelsing
Eliza Brindelwood

Eliza blushed a furious red and giggled. "Thanks," she said as he made the comment about the dancing and the music swirled through her mind again. "I love dancing." She smiled again, this time just looking at the ground. She looked around at the gathering people, particularly the two boys who are furiously trying to get a recheck on their match considering they got put with the same one. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Sure, we should probably get out of here." She tucked a small strand of brown hair back behind her slightly pointed ears and said, "Why don't we head to the garden?" She smiled at him. "I could use a little fresh air after all the excitement this morning."

She looked at him awkwardly for a brief moment before gingerly moving closer to him. She slipped her hand in his and interlocked her fingers with his, testing a theory. Immediately, her heart began to race and she began to panic. She leapt away from him immediately and then was embarrassed, which was far worse than what she felt when she did that. "I'm not good at this," she said slowly, looking at him. She smiled sheepishly. "I guess it's going to take some getting used to huh?" She took another deep breath and said, "Come on. Let's go." She started toward the door of the office.

@ViolentViolet
Connor and Ryko Quick
"She's right there."

Those three words quelled the worry in both boys as they turned around to face their new Match, for both of them. Connor smiled softly at Claudia when he saw her, amazed by her beauty, but Ryko didn't stare for longer than two seconds. He turned back forward and took a deep breath. Connor looked over at his older brother, narrowing his eyes. "Are you alright, Ryko?"

Ryko nodded, running a hand through his long, black hair. "Yeah. Just a little flustered is all." It was quite true, that he was flustered, but it wasn't for seeing Claudia for the first time. It was being paired with someone he had never met before and expected to fall in love with them due to the fail proof program created by these people. "Just... Just gimme a minute alright?" He seemed kind of snappy. Ryko looked extremely pale and like he was about to puke. Connor raised his eyebrows at his brother, but he knew when Ryko gave an order, you were supposed to follow it.

Connor started forward, heading toward Claudia. He paused directly in front of her and, on some impulse, bowed to her. "Claudia," he murmured and gently took her hand in his and kissed the top of it. "I am Connor Quick. There seems to be an... unusual thing that has happened here today." He looked over his shoulder toward his brother and then back at Claudia, still holding her hand. "It seems that you have been Matched with both me... and my twin brother over there."

Ryko, now riddance of his distress, walked over at that moment and nodded to Claudia. "Hey, darlin'. As my brother here probably told you, I'm your other match." Connor narrowed his eyes at his brother and looked down at Claudia.

"I'm sure you probably want to get to know us better, so why don't we head down to the cafe and get a cup of coffee and talk things over?"

@Eleventhfret

Jess raised one of her eyebrows curiously at the stranger. "I'll show him if I 'even know how'," she thought to herself, up for the challenge. She looked around the room and found a little wooden table- perfect. She sat on the couch provided and tapped a simple rhythm to warm up and to test the sound. Somewhat satisfied with the sound produced and feeling a bit comfortable, she said, without even looking up at him, "Don't Fear the Reaper. Blue Oyster Cult."

Why did she choose that song? Simply because she liked it and was in the mood for it. Plus he did say he could play any song she wanted. She was ready to start any minute and waited to see if he actually knew the song. It was fairly popular back when it was released but then again that was decades ago. Still, it wouldn't be that impressive if he was familiar with the song, but it might be if he could play it.

@Card Captor
Momoko Kaede
Garden

She saw that he grew even more excited when she spoke her request. "OK so-Oh!" She really wasn't expecting him to pick her up bridal style at all. Well he was certainly strong enough to carry her. "You could call me Momo if you would like. Everyone does." She looked up at him and wondered what they should do. Her stomach then decided to make it's needs known by rumbling loudly. Momoko became a little embarrassed. "I guess I'm a little hungry, so we could go to the café by campus, if you're fine by that." She chuckled.

She noticed his wing rustling on his back and couldn't help but blurt out: "What's on your back, Ichika?" She knew it was a little blunt but she was curious about whatever was on his back. She really wondered what it was though. Maybe he wasn't human like some students that went here weren't. She had said she was OK with non-human as potential Matches in a few surveys when she was entering the program.

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@MThePathSeeker
Kairi Akatsumi
Café

Kairi had just gotten back from unpacking with her sister, Kurai. Funnily enough, they were both rommates, and their brother was in the male dormitory, as expected. She looked at the menu and wondered what she wanted to get. "Hello, Miss. May I help you?" She looked up and smiled at the waitress.

"Hiya. Can I get a hot coco and a Belgian waffle sundae please?" The waitress took down the order on her notepad and nodded. "Ok, I'll get that to you as soon as possible." She chirped before leaving Kairi to herself. Kairi relaxed and started to look around. "Nobody looks like they wanna harass me, so that's good." She mumbled, watching the scenery out the window she sat in front of.

@karamonnom
Is this an insult?he wondered. "That's ricockulously easy."he remarked, sliding his left hand to the first fret. "I'm a bit insulted, there's like five million songs that use the 'A minor, G, F, G' cord progression. But whatever." He strummed the shiny Strat, playing each of the previously mentioned cords. He then slid the iridescent, triangular pick into his pocket. "Since we don't have a cowbell..." he whipped his long, barbed tail around, then moving the gleaming black tail to the guitar, he tapped the red instrument with his hand, picking the strings with his tail, even singing along.

He had to admit, it was a classic, if a bit old. She had good taste in music, he looked over the girl as he played. Well, I'm not too sure about this program, but even if it doesn't work out, I'm definitely hitting that. he thought to himself, he kinda wanted to get with every girl he saw, but he was a teenager, it was probably totally natural. He had forgotten how much he liked the song, simple but good, one of the first he'd learned, actually. After he finished the song he looked at her and said, "The name is Derek, you've got a pretty good taste in music." in a raspy, yet soothing choice, the kind only a singer had. "I'm gonna -assume- you're my match, hottie with drumsticks? It's pretty obvious." he concluded as he played a few muted riffs.

@ThatWeirdChick
Ichika Tomari
Garden

"Whatever you want is fine with me Momo." He answered her. "Momo...Momo...Momo. Ahhh...that feels so wonderful to say" he tried out her nickname on his tongue, finding it oddly pleasant to say. He also noticed that she didn't seem to be upset at all that he picked her up (he would later look back at this and slap himself for being so forward). However before he could carry her off to the cafe, she asked about what was on his back. To be honest, he really hadn't noticed his wings shaking, since it was both an automatic thing, and something he was used to

Ichika was caught off guard by her question "oh, um, well...you see, I have wing." That's when a dark thought entered his mind '...what if she hates them? What if she can only love a human?' The very idea was too horrible to consider...yet he did so anyway "i-if you don't like them then I can always cut them off. I mean I'll need to find something strong enough to get through the bone." Not again, he wouldn't let it happen again. This was his one and only shot at happiness. He wasn't about to let something like a fear of self dismemberment get in his way, not when he was so close

@Card Captor
Momoko Kade
Garden

She felt her smile turn into a bit of a grin when she heard him say her nickname a few times. This might just be the beginning of a great relationship. She thought gleefully. She saw that his happiness faded a little bit when she brought the subject up. Oh no, did she go onto a touchy subject?

When she heard they were wings, she grew interested. She was about to express her interest in them when he suggested cutting them off in order to keep her happy. She was shocked and stared at him for a few seconds. "Are you crazy?! Besides the fact that it would hurt way too much to cut off your wings which are a part of you, why would you ever want to get rid of something so cool?!" She exclaimed. "I don't care how much you want to make this work, I will not allow you to hurt yourself just to seem more aesthetically pleasing to one person." She sighed. "Sorry for the lecture. But...can I see them?"

@Eleventhfret

"It doesn't matter how easy a song is," Jess retorted, maintaining her calm expression. "It's how much of your soul you put into it." As he began to play, she played along, hitting the sticks against the wooden table. She was actually enjoying the music they were creating together; it sounded like something real. She was even more so impressed that he could sing that well and couldn't help but smile at his cowbell comment. He kept a triangle in his back pocket? That was a first for her.

After the song ended, she twirled her sticks one more time before putting them back in her pockets. She got up and glanced over towards him. She didn't really get that good of a look at him earlier. He was alright looking, she supposed. There were definitely a lot worse out there and the horns were pretty hot. "Thanks. I go by Jess." she introduced herself casually, hiding the fact that she found his voice very attractive. She quickly checked the Match app on her phone, seeing as she got a notification. When she clicked on the attachment she saw on the screen was the name: Derek Thomas. And then there was his picture with it. She showed him her phone and told him, "Guess you were right. We're a match." She was a bit amused at the irony of it all. They looked like they could work well on the surface, but how good could the program actually be? Oh well, she didn't really mind that much. At least he was interesting.

@karamonnom
Derek slid the guitar around to his back, then stretched, flexing half-heartedly, he might as well put some effort into it, she seemed cool, and it'd be cool if things worked out. "Hey, wanna go hang at the gym? I can probably plug in there, my backpack has a small amp, and that's where I left it." he commented. He would rather be there, anywhere was better, really. "I like it better there because it's closer to Hell." he joked, chuckling softly and brushing some hair from his face. His phone buzzed in his pocket but he ignored it, he knew who his match was, and anyone else wasn't that important to him right now. "Or we could go smoke, do you smoke?" he asked, he knew the habit was bad, but he also knew that the horns and tail made him look badass while doing it, and it was addictive.

"Or, better yet, we could smoke in the gym, I'm pretty sure there's a rule against it, but fuck rules, ya know?" he said. he looked her over a couple times, shamelessly checking her out as he talked. "You're not into nicknames are you?" he inquired. "And I gotta know if you're DTF, it's kind of important." he concluded, quite prickishly and casually. It's not that he was overly concerned, it was just good information to have, and he hated beating around the bush.