Jongin sighed softly as he walked along the dark grey pavement, the rain just beginning to drizzle along the path. It felt like all too often he was on the hunt for some sort of caffeine to fuel his incessant need for staying awake. It wasn’t that he didn’t like sleep, but he wasn’t even sure if what he did was sleep. After all, he wasn’t exactly alive, and other vampires had made mention of not being able to actually sleep.
The thought of not being like other vampires was usually comforting in its own way, having some semblance of his humanity still in tact while they often didn’t, but this didn’t exactly feel like a blessing. Sleeping seemed like a weakness, so he just tried to stop sleeping as much as he could, which was relatively easy since Kyungsoo liked the daytime, though he in turn also kept the angel awake far longer than he meant to when they were together.
But the lack of rest meant that he was even more tired than usual, and his habit of seeking out caffeine was even more prevalent to get away from the idea of having sleep. It was night, and that was when his kind were meant to thrive, and yet he just felt tired. So with a yawn, he navigated his way to the coffee shop, opening the door with that light tinkling sound.
The smell of coffee and pastries filled the little shop, and it was a comforting, slightly bitter aroma that seemed like home. Of course, that was the angle of those sorts of cafes, to make one feel as though they were comforted by the very scents and warmth around them, and it was how they kept people coming back. He knew the ploy, but he was just as victim to it as anyone else.
The vampire’s dark gaze swept over the cafe quickly, sizing it up and smirked slightly when he caught sight of someone familiar. The dragonblood was a bit of a nuisance, but he never failed to amuse Jongin, so he walked over to the table where he sat and slid into the seat, not really caring if he wasn’t wanted or welcomed. “Hey, wassup?" he greeted him, “Fancy seeing you here."
When the waiter again returned, he glanced at the man, pausing for a moment to gauge his scent. Human, impure. That’s as much as he could gather before he ignored his nature. “Um, a mocha please," he said when the waiter prompted him for his order, running his hand through his hair halfheartedly and returned his attention to the companion he’d forced himself on with a small smile. “So what are you doing out and about at this hour?" he asked, teasing him lightly.