Run Dry

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Already the disappointment was settling in place of his frustration. He had half the mind to go back and give that shark a piece of his mind, but he knew it wouldn't do any good, and it wouldn't change the fact that he'd gone out of his way for nothing, either. Daggertooth District wasn't exactly the best place to go for a nighttime walk, and he'd no intentions of sticking around long enough for something to happen like last time he'd been here. So much for that.

He'd been so occupied with his sulking that he didn't notice Blake's presence until the other Inkling spoke up, his words catching Cas off guard in more ways than one. Dubiously, he stopped in mid-step and turned to face the orange Inkling, an inquiring air about him. Brow lifting, he blinked, all the more surprised by Blake's words, and hesitated, as if unsure whether or not he'd heard him correctly.

Though it took a moment, the surprise eventually drained from his expression and he grinned, looking suddenly amused. 'Pretty', huh? That was certainly a first. He'd take a compliment when he was given one, though - he was almost inclined to return the favor, but... He brushed the thought off, thinking better of it. No need to go and make things weird, anyway; it had probably just been a passing comment.

"Yeah, well... it probably would've sucked, anyways. I've got better things to do, so I'm not worried," he said, and though a moment ago he'd been fairly disheartened, the feeling seemed to have lifted fairly quickly. "You weren't going, too, were you? Maybe we could hang out or something instead."

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Evidently unbothered by the momentary silence which followed his suggestion, Casper merely waited in expectant silence for the orange Inkling to respond, though in the meantime he was having some thoughts of his own - even if they were of a much more innocent nature.

He doubted there was much else to do other than just talking, though perhaps this district wasn't the best place to do it. It wasn't the safest place around, after all, but for the time being he wasn't overly bothered by the thought. There was strength in numbers, at least, and this particular part of the area wasn't too shady. 

It'd all be a lot less boring if he'd brought something to drink with him, though. On the bright side, the stranger seemed to be fairly laid back and friendly, not to mention they appeared to be around the same age as one another. It was just his luck he wasn't completely alone for the night, though only time would tell how smoothly things would go.

At Blake's eventual response, he realized he'd been getting a bit ahead of himself, but felt a bit of relief in knowing that at least his offer had been accepted. Upon hearing the bouncer he'd spoken to mentioned, Casper lifted his brow, returning his attention to the shark a few yards back, and scoffed when he saw him watching them. Turning his gaze elsewhere, he waved his hand dismissively and retorted, the displeasure lifting from his expression with some amusement, "To hell with what he wants, but alright; he's stinkin' the place up, anyways." 

Starting off down the alley, he slipped his hands into his coat pockets and continued without looking back to make sure Blake was following, "I don't really know this place that well, though - there's not a lot to do, 'specially when the clubs are all packed. Whatever." Drawing a breath, he leaned back a bit as he walked, then glanced towards Blake and said, grinning, "Name's Casper, by the way. What's yours?"