Christian laughed, "I try to put a little but of humor into my life. My dad can be a bit of a stiff sometimes, but the people at home think i'm funny enough..."
Christian admired the color change in her eyes, such a pretty florescent pink.
It had been a while since Christian chose to discern whether he was good or evil. He had never had the time to truly think about it.
"I guess i'm neutral to a certain extent. I'm leaning towards good though. It seems that they always have fun." he said, hoping to have made the right decision,
"I think red is a very beautiful color. It's the color of blood, the color of our faces when we become embarrassed." he looked longingly into her eyes.
As her lips touched his, Christians body lit aflame. He felt more alive than he'd ever felt in his entire life. He retreated as she retreated, mentally cursing himself.
No, don't be stupid Christian. You aren't alive. You haven't been for a long time
He looked into her eyes for what seemed like hours, waiting for a response.