J É A N

//; Reopening this account?

"Don't be like that," he commented, raising a brow. "No, there isn't. I know plenty; I used to be one and I still am." Jéan answered, blinking his amethyst-like eyes while staring into ocean blues.

The vampire pursed his lips, listening to the shorter man, who continued to stare at him. "So, you're one of those people? I understand it," he mused. "It just surprises me that I sort of got it right, no?" 

"You'd just like to hear what I think of you, no? You're not that slick if so," he chimed in tell de, raising a brow. His purplish eyes beamed over Ivory skin, peering back to his blue ones curiously, much like a child. 
          "I haven't the slightest clue of who you are entirely because I don't know you well," he started, shifting and scuffing his dress shoe a tad. "Though, you seem to be 'serious, experienced, and pessimistic to others,' but it's more than that. I think that I can tell that you care to much about what others may say or think, am I wrong? You come off as a modern punk, but you're more than that. Everything else?" The vampire laughed. "I'm still trying to figure out. Though, am I wrong so far~?"

"Damn, nice way to label me~" He snorted, flicking the cigarette down, grinding it into the ground with the heel of his dress shoe. "I could explain to you why I'm all of those things, but I'm not a 'bad boy,' however you use that these days." He mused, somewhat flustered. "How'd you stereotype yourself then, huh? Go on, tell me."

He sat the death stick between his lips, pulling out his lighter and cupping it until he'd lit it. "Geez, I haven't made a spiel about myself like this in a log them," he chuckled. "Anyway, I'm young, but old so I've made plenty of mistakes. I don't trust myself nor my emotions; they often blind people."
          "Besides, I'd prefer to not let myself be so vulnerable." He uttered, pulling the cigarette from his mouth, letting the dark smoke unfurl from his lips. 

"That should be common sense, but it isn't for most people. It's a shame.. Though, I do think flings and such are justified. Most typically don't proclaim their love after those," he answered. "Otherwise, it's not wise to have your words spilling out aimlessly." He said, pulling out a cigarette. 

"That is actually very true. Though, I suppose people are just lonely and want attention because they're naive, no?" Jéan scoffed softly. "My intentions are at least different from that. As for that, I meant that it's a breath of fresh air. Quite a few come to me, cooing about looks or how 'infatuated,' that it's redundant. So, thank you." He snickered slightly. 

The vampire's coy smirk had lessened into a default, curious one as he looked down to the male. Around 5'9, he was quite taller than the other, but somewhere around average height. 
          "It's because you don't seemed that phased by me," he answered. "Like the percentage of people who see me, you haven't commented on my 'height' nor have you 'swooned,' which is surprising yet relieving~"

"That doesn't mean that my behavior isn't genuine," the vampire commented in response, straightening his posture.
          "Is that so? A brave, little one, aren't you?" Jéan laughed, not breaking his eye contact.