ooc:// sorry that took so long! 

Scott smiled as Drake ran off, glad that the boy had at least made an attempt at coming out of his shell. That would have to do. Now to tackle Derek's wariness of tall people. He leaned into his cl*censored*mate's ear, whispering softly. "Don't worry about the tall, scary looking one. Eva brought him over, so I have no doubt he's about as dangerous to us as a little bunny rabbit with the word 'boo' painted on its nose. Besides, not all us tall people are scary." He chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow.

Eva's laugh rang out clear and strong, and she poked him in the side. "Because if you were really the tough guy you pretend to be you would have gotten all macho and weird to defend your honor. Then I would've gotten ticked off and noone would be happy. But I'm happy, Scott's happy, and though our new friend Derek is a little frightened by you he too will be a happy camper soon enough. So go on. Tell me how manly and scary you are. " Her grin widened, eyes flashing from under thick black lashes.

At this Scott couldn't help but chuckle, the sound suited to his size and deep voice. With a sigh he touched Derek's cheek, albeit briefly and so lightly it could have been imagined. "I don't know why I did it. Just... Seeing you there made me want to protect you with all that I had to my name. Quite odd, really. Nothing like it has ever happened before." His face went serious for a moment, features seeming much more sharp and brooding than they had moments before. It was when he looked like this that people remembered why he'd been called the Demon Butler for so much of his high school career. The ex
pression didn't last long, and soon a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

Eva turned to see this with a satisfied grin before she turned back to Nathan, now looking like a queen amond her loyal subjects with her haughty ex
pression and royal bearing. "So you admit that you aren't a tough guy. Sure, I may have overstated your softie status by calling you a teddy bear, but I believe I made my point when you squeaked just now. So come, join our table of misfit toys. Besides, everyone sees the tall, dark, mysterious man sitting by himself and *censored*umes tough guy. By not choosing to do anything about it, you accept this image. Scott could do the same thing if he wanted, but he's far too friendly for that. Only... People usually take his kind of friendly for scary."

Drake reached the restrom, using all his effort to scrub the ink off oof his lanky arms. He hadn't realized how hard ink was to scrub off. Eventually, there were only light lines left. He adjusted his backpack, slipping out of the restroom and down the hall. He wondered if he should have just gone to his next cl*censored*. SUre he was glad for his friends, but he honestly wanted to be alone at the moment. He looked through certain rooms, walking into what he understood to to be the choir room from earlier. Walking inside, he realized it was a lot larger than before. He figured he wasn't supposed to be in the room, but his longing to play a guitar at the moment was getting too much to bear. Sighing, he grabbed a random guitar, lightly strumming it. He'd learned how to play "his" guitar by watching youtube videos. Quietly, he started out, singing with a faint voice, which eventually grew into a somewhat p*censored*ionate voice, blending well with the music he was strumming out on his guitar. He figured no one was around, so he did his own thing. It would've sounded better with ther other insruments, but for now, he was lost in his own world.

((this is the song he was singing/playing http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhOQb-hrgpk ))