He simply feels like he's going through the motions at this point. Flirting with women, while entertaining, leaves him feeling bored and empty at the end of the day. Is true love really so unattainable? Is Kieran simply incapable of empathy? Or... His eyes drift to a boy he recognizes from his Clawculus class, walking past him in the hall. Kieran is currently arm-in-arm with his current girlfriend, though he prefers the word food source, and yet...

He makes an excuse to her and tells her to keep herself busy, unhooking arms with the infatuated belle and trying to rush after his classmate as discreetly as possible. He knows that he's testing fate here, and he really shouldn't be acting so overtly... Fruity, let's say, but he's so tired of this meaningless game. Kieran's hand lands on your shoulder, a light touch which he instantly pulls away as if you were completely covered in garlic. He looks almost sheepish for a moment, before clearing his throat and flicking his hair over his shoulder.

"You. You're from one of my classes, aren't you?" The vampire hums in his (fake) honeyed Southern accent, raising his brows and trying his absolute darnedest to not flirt with you. That would be too overt. He can't blow his cover. He's not ready to come out of the closet. "Would you like to..." He trails off, his brows furrowing with strain as he tries to think of the most tempting way he can seduce your attention from your current task without making it clear that he was romantically interested, "... Compare notes?" How lame. Nice going, Kieran. Now you look gay and boring.