Those violet eyes shot up from the sun’s rays filtering in through the window to the man behind the counter, and, for a moment, those melancholy eyes had turned into something hideous. The pupils had contracted into vicious snake-like slits. In all honesty, she hadn’t noticed the man before hand, but, when her hunger was sated, she tended to overlook a lot of obvious things. Her head cocked to the side as she examined him. Confusion flashed across those eyes as they began to dilate once more. She had clearly not been around many abnormal creatures such as herself, and the thought of windows being able to block UV? Preposterous!! This was some trick humans played on poor pyres to eliminate them!… But this male didn’t exactly smell the role of food (due to the solvent), and what benefit would he have to gain from lying to her? Regardless, his words registered, and she stood to begin making her way towards the table only to stop just as she reached the window of sun on the floor.
She didn’t trust this male completely… And why should she? She’d been fleeing from humans while at the same time hunting them for food. To actually sit down and converse with one as if they’d been friends seemed like suicide, but there was a time when she did trust these creatures. Yoko managed to expose a pale hand from under the burka. Cautiously, the finely manicured fingers inched closer to the light only to draw back for a brief second. It was amusing to watch her. It was like she was reaching out to a imaginary, venomous snake. As the light bounced off the first few inches of her skin, it was an intense moment for Yoko. She flinched as if expected some overwhelming amount of pain to consume her very being. It was no surprise to see the disbelief in her eyes when she did convince herself to look back at her hand.
Yoko stared in awe as her fingers wiggled in the light. The last time she’d ever been in sunlight was when she was --- No, that was a story for another time. Though she wasn’t completely done staring at her uninjured hand in fascination, she managed to pull herself away from the window. Her eyes fell on the man once more, curious, wide, and maybe even grateful.
Once again she made her way to the paper-work table. Yoko froze as she began glancing over the documents. FUUU, he wasn’t kidding!! She had to fill all of these out!? And there were even repeat questi-- wait, those were copies for other people. A soft cough left Yoko as her cheeks flushed under the burka from embarrassment. Yoko got to work. Her writing seemed identical to Blackadder type font, yet she didn’t have to take the time to make sure she was writing the letters correctly. It came naturally. Some answers were standard and a few disturbing. Cannibal wasn’t exactly something anyone would want to see as an answer for anything! The good news was that there was ‘but’ in that sentence.
Yoko’s line of work came to a halt though. Classes? What could one possibly learn when one basically lived history? Math- 1 human + 1 vampire = variable depending on the situation. English… she was able to read and fill out the forms. Science, like she was really going to sit down and have a conversation with someone over Schrodinger’s cat. Formalities, not even going to explain why it was a bad idea.
Yoko’s eyes turned to the male once more, head slightly tilted. Maybe he could recommend something? A muffled sound came from under the burka. Yoko’s brows furrowed together in frustration. She couldn’t even understand herself talk. She reached up and pulled the veil off, revealing the wolf in sheep’s clothing that was hiding underneath. She appeared to be a woman in her late teens. A fresh 19, perhaps. The majority of her hair had been swept up with a brush and pulled back with a blue ribbon that stuck out like a sore thumb in her gray hair. Despite the slight darkening in the lateral corner of her eyes and the fine lines of fatigue that stretched out from the medial corner of her eyes, she had a rather beautiful face. It was subtle. No fine chin or sharp cheeks. Everything flowed and matched perfectly like a doll’s, and, unlike her eyes, her face didn’t have the same hint of melancholy. She seemed inviting, especially seeing how her plump lips were curled in a faint, almost transparent, smile… Disgusting bitch.
“Pardon.” Her voice was a bit deep. The type of voice that could lull a child to sleep without any attempt on its owner’s behalf. “I didn’t plan ahead… What classes would you recommend for someone who-” She pauses for a moment trying to think of a way to word the next part without giving away her true age. “may have taken similar courses in the past?” Her violet eyes broke from him and looked back down at the papers. “And what is this-- ‘Room Registration’?”