Carnivore (Cat/Vilkas)

Vilkas shook his head when he entered the warmth of the pizza place, sending snow flying off his uncovered hair.  He took off his coat as soon as possible, hating the restrictiveness of it, before slowly ambling up to the counter.  The woman at the counter was greeted with a wide smile as he asked to be reminded just how many toppings he was allowed to put on a single pizza, as though he didn't remember from the hundred times he'd been here before.  The place always made sure their meat was well done, but he could deal with that, as long as he was able to put a mountain of it on his pie.

Cat was standing nearby, talking to a group of girls who'd been about to leave when he walked in. They said their goodbyes and turned away just in time for him to overhear an order that sounded very familiar. He pulled his fur-lined coat a little higher at the back of his neck when the door opened, letting in another burst of cold air, then took a few quick steps up behind the guy at the counter.

"That's mine," he teased, bright aqua eyes gleaming. He gave a feline grin, then lowered his voice just a bit, so the girl behind the counter could still hear. "If you ask nice, sometimes Giselle will add extra sausage for no charge." She blushed lightly. "You know how I like extra sausage." He grinned, and she laughed lightly.

Vilkas grinned and glanced behind him. He recognized the guy from campus, he would have been pretty much impossible to miss. "Maybe you can talk to her for me," he said, raising heavy eyebrows. "Beg on my behalf." It wasn't like the pizza was going to be falling to bits when he tried to eat a slice already. Ah well, he liked it messy.

"C'mon, Giselle," Cat said, then in a knowing voice, "Gi-sellle..." She grinned and shook her head, but looked down at the register and poked a couple buttons. "Good girl, Giselle," Cat said, and flashed her another grin. She smiled and waved him off.

"You've almost got to eat it with a fork," Cat said.

"You don't eat pizza with a fork, mate," Vilkas said as he reached for the stash of muggle money he kept, mostly just for the pizza joint. "If it falls on the plate, get your fingers in it, get dirty. That's at least half the fun." He had no shame when it came to eating finger foods a little messily. He paid and stepped aside, sliding his slim wallet away.

Castiel's nose wrinkled a bit, but it was all in good fun. A little mess wasn't at all bad under the right circumstances. "Do you guys even have forks?" he asked the girl behind the counter. At her affirmation, he gave a shrug. "Go figure."

"Hey, you look familiar," he said, eyeing the guy. Maybe it was the corkscrew curls. There weren't a lot of guys with hair that long to begin with. "You from around here?" Meaning Valfirid, though he supposed the guy could just be a regular at the pizza place.

"You could say that, this is my third year here," Vilkas said. He liked the school, though he would prefer it not be on an island. There weren't exactly a lot of options for furthering a magical creatures education, though, so he made do. "I've seen you around." He'd also seen the looks the guy got from various females, and sometimes males, he passed by.

"School," Cat confirmed. It was still safe in front of Giselle, but it was pretty much definite now. "Come sit with me, my pizza ought to be up soon, but you guys can hold it a minute, right?" he added for the girl behind the counter. She nodded.

"Right," Vilkas said, nodding. Once at a table, Vilkas put his coat over a chair back and sat. He'd avoided a booth and chosen instead a four person table large enough not to feel cramped once the pizzas showed up. "You come into town a lot? I know some people avoid this place." There was enough ambient noise that they shouldn't have to worry about being overheard as long as they didn't speak too loudly.

"Eh, maybe the purists," Cat said, taking a seat across from the guy. He was most definitely not one of those. They were far enough from the door now that he felt safe taking off his coat. He shrugged out of it, then unzipped the black hoodie underneath and left them open between him and the chair. A long scarf was next, and beneath that was a black tee with a tattoo-style flower on the chest, as well as a couple artistic tears. "The club's good," he said. "You been there?"

Vilkas shook his head. "Crowds make me jumpy. I like being out in the open." He should try it sometime, just to say he had, but it was hard to want to when there was so much to be done outside. Huddled in a room with heavy air and writhing bodies seemed like it would be overwhelming. "I guess you go often?" It would appear so, if it was the first thing mentioned.

Cat shrugged. "When there's nothing better happening," he said. He wasn't there every night like some people, didn't spend every Friday night trying to pick someone up, but as far as things to do in Owlton went, it was high on his list.

"Only place in Owlton I haven't been is Seacret. It's a little posh, you know?" Not that he hadn't been raised well enough to behave there, but why bother? He'd never had anyone worth taking to a place like that.

"Yeah, I bet it was packed on Valentine's," Vilkas said, a slight wrinkle marring his nose. "I've been to the cinema a couple of times, other than that I just stick to pizza." There wasn't anything wrong with that, pizza really was the perfect food, as far as he was aware. Well, it was perfect as long as it wasn't covered in boring things like peppers and onions.

"There's a new place in Valfirid, but I haven't been in. Heard the owner is some hotshot Pureblood from Diagon Alley." His brother had even sent him a page torn out of that magazine he loved, with the guy circled. The kid was way too smart for his own good, and a little obsessive over stuff he liked.

Vilkas didn't tend to mix well with Purebloods, at least not the kind that made sure people knew what they were. "Honestly I usually stay on the grounds. I try to stay outside as much as possible. I want it to warm up a bit, but I can handle the cold." He was pretty sure his hair helped him stay warm when it was cold out. Or maybe it was just because he normally said f~ it and stayed outside all the time, anyway.