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Post by Jayy on Jul 30, 2011 18:16:07 GMT -5
"Sounds like a form of therapy," Andy said as a smile played along his lips. "I do music when I'm stressed out. I had a guitar... I had to sell it though. It's like, therapy. You do it when you need a way out and there's no one to turn too. I mean, even if you don't eat your food the fact that you're doing something with yourself is mind settling," Andy gestured,, looking down at his hands for a moment. He looked back up to the man, watching as he dumped the water from the pasta and smiled, the feeling of being in a real house with someone felt nice. It reminded him of his childhood, standing in the kitchen and watching his mother cook every single ngiht of their lives. Except on the occasional birthday when they had the money. Yes, Andy had always been apart of a poor family.
He looked down at his arm briefly then back up to the other man. "I guess, I mostly have them on his arm. I haven't ventured anywhere else, and I'd never get anything on my chest," he paused and hovered his hand over his forearm covered by his jacket "I have quite a few up here," he said warmly. They all had a seperate meaning to him, something he enjoyed. Something that meant something to him, something that he was impressed with. His arm basically told a story about himself that he portrayed. That's why there were still blank places, because there were empty spots in his life.
He followed Keegan into the dining room, sitting at one of the chair delicately. He wasn't sure how old anything was and he certainly didn't want to break anything that wasn't his.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 30, 2011 18:46:31 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - He blinked as he raised an eyebrow at the other’s comment of it being somewhat like therapy. “I suppose you could say it’s something like that.” He said as he worked, moving about without making a single noise on the floor below, and his movements graceful and pretty. “It’s neat that you used to play. Perhaps one day you’ll be able to take it up again.” He commented, wondering if he was any good on the guitar.
When he was being told about the tattoos, he gazed at him carefully, wondering what the others could be, and nodded to him as he spoke. He had not really been paying too much attention to what he was saying, but curious all the same. Perhaps there was one that he would like. He doubted it though.
Setting the food on the table, watching at the male sat carefully, not wanting to damage anything, he sat down near him. Pausing a moment to grip at his chest, he blinked back the pain. “So what is your name?” he asked him, just wanting to distract himself and fill the void as well.
He was also generally curious about the boy, for reasons he didn’t know. Most of the time, he would seduce someone, feed from them, sleep with them, and be done. However, this boy was peeking his interest, why was he living on the streets? What was his story?
Brushing the hair from his eyes, he reached for the plate sitting before his guest, and the fork in the noodles, and began to serve the meal out. He was generous with the food on Andy’s plate, knowing very well the boy was hungry, and when he placed it before him, he nodded with a gentle smile. “Let me know if you want any more,” he said before serving himself a rather small plate. He wasn’t hungry for this, he wanted blood. He needed blood.
The sound of the male’s blood flowing through him, his heart pumping gently in a repetitive pattern his own heart never made for lack of enough blood to do so, even after a feeding, was driving him mad. He could hear it coarse through the veins, just moving about without a care in the world, and without a reason to move like that. It was such a waste, honestly. People used so much more blood, and wasted so much more blood, than they ever needed, every single day.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 30, 2011 23:07:35 GMT -5
"God, I hope," Andy mused, thinking about how life had been with his guitar. "I took it everywhere. I started to be able to listen to some sort of song, then after an hour or so could play it back to you. No one listened to me much, except when someone would throw a coin or two in my case if I played on the streets. I really loved to play though... the people here, I don't think they hear music. Maybe I was just terrible, but when they looked at me, I didn't feel like they were hearing me... just seeing e. I bet that makes no since, forget it," Andy said quickly shaking his head and waving his hand in front of his face.
"Oh, I totally forgot about that," Andy said, intently watching the man's hand as he scooped his food onto his plate. He couldn't hip but run his tongue over his upper lip, gulping down the air in his throat. He felt as though he were panting, he was so into the food before him. "I'm Andy," he droned, then tearing his lips from the food to look up at the man with a smile. "Andrew, really. But please, call me Andy," he said, brushing the hair from his eyes. He watched as the food was set in front of him and left him a soft "thank you".
He sat behind the dish, looking at the man and their plate difference. He didn't really mind, knowing he could finish his helping in a moment's notice. He made no action towards the food as the other served himself then sat behind his dish. "It's polite to wait until the host takes the first bite," he said in a small, mouse like voice. He looked at him from under the deep raven hair falling into his eyes, his head slightly bowed before him.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 31, 2011 14:17:04 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was rambling. Something about playing guitar, that much he knew, but he was saying something rather stupid and uninteresting to the vampire, so he found it hard not to tune him out. So he brushed at his vest lightly, and sat down, waiting for the other male to join him. As he served the plates and sat down with his own, he decided to attempt to tune him in more, so he didn’t seem rude if he was asked something and didn’t answer because he wasn’t paying attention.
As the other told him his name and informed him he should eat first, he couldn’t help but smile. At least someone still had manners in this modern society where stuff like that didn’t mean shit. He gave a small nod in response as he picked up his fork and took a small bite, before he ushered for the male to begin eating.
“So how did you wind up on the street?” Keegan ventured to ask, hoping the other would explain it to him, though totally understanding if he didn’t receive an answer. After all, things like that were kind of private, and not usually the best of stories. He was lucky that his family had money, because when he got the money, he had the chance to let it collect interest for easily 400 or more years. He knew at that point, it didn’t matter what he bought, he would still be able to afford it. If not, he would be on the street as well.
As he took a few more bites, his appetite not quite there for this type of food still, but he still tried hard to appear to be human in front of the other man. God he couldn’t handle it anymore. As he pushed his plate away and sat back in his chair he dared not look at the man with so much blood. “I have a proposition for you.” He said softly, his voice dry and cautious.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 31, 2011 15:50:14 GMT -5
Andy watched eagerly ads the pother man took a bite of the food, smiling a bit as he bowed his head. He picked up a fork and gathered a big bite onto it and shoving it into his mouth, closing his eyes for a moment in the appreciation of the food. He set his fork down against his plate and picked up a cloth napkin from next to his space, dabbing around his lips with it before letting it fall onto his lap. "This is really good, thank you," he said, picking up his fork again and shoving a big bite into his mouth. He started to wonder why the man had been so generous in letting him into the house. Andy couldn't seem to hold conversation with him for he always seemed to wave it off or disinterested. It discouraged him in answering his questions fully.
He took another bite, slightly smaller for not wanting to seem like a big. He then picked up the napkin from his lap and wiped off his face again, looking down at the napkin and letting it fall onto his lap once again. "Oh, well I couldn't pay rent," he simply said with a generous smile, not wanting to launch into another spiel. He felt as though he had been talking to much. He took another bite of the pasta, his eyes wandering to the other man for they had been focused on the food before him.
He looked up at the man as he pushed his plate away and Andy hauled in one more big bite, setting his fork down on the plate and wiping his mouth, yet again, chewing vigorously on the food and clearing his throat. "Yes?" he asked curiously, dropping the napkin into his lap and moving the hair from in front of his eyes again.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 31, 2011 16:21:24 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - He nodded thanks to the male, as he was told that the food was good. He always liked to hear that he had been a good cook. Since he liked to cook so much, he liked to take the time to make it good, even when it was just a small, non fancy meal of noodles. Had he had enough blood in his body right now that he wouldn’t be craving it, he would have been able to enjoy it himself.
He had expected a longer explanation of why he was on the streets, and had been genuinely curious about that, even figuring he would have listened through it all, but he hadn’t gotten a good response back. Figuring Andy didn’t want to talk about it; he let the conversation drop and continued to stare at the plate he pushed away.
The plate was rather nice, and not as old as some of the other things in his house, since he figured, old materials like china should be kept put away and not used, for not only the sake of damaging the trinkets, but for the sake of not contaminating the food. However, he had managed to find some that appeared to be older looking, but without being so. It was always hard for him to shop for things like that, when he needed it, since he couldn’t rightly go out during the day time.
Most of the time, he would buy things during the winter time since the sun went down earlier then, and most stores were open later due to the holidays coming up. However, that sometimes proved problematic since everyone was buying everything during that time, for the stupid and pointless holidays. So he took to ordering them more often. That way they would arrive on his door step and he could open up the door and pick them up at night, when it was safe for him to emerge.
He had only had some issues with that once or twice before, when someone thought it smart to steal from him, however, that was quickly changed. Being a vampire, he wasn’t about to let someone out evil him. Not that he was particularly evil though.
Just angry.
As the other male pushed away his plate he blinked “You can continue eating, it’s nothing bad.” He said as he ushered to the plate for him to eat some more. He was too small to pass up food when it came to him. “I was just thinking, you need a place to stay right? So here’s the thing,” he began, looking to the ceiling, trying to push back his desire for blood as his heart slowed a bit more, causing pangs in his chest every time it beat.
“I have money, I have no need for said money, and I have a place. You are free to stay here, use the money as you wish, and buy a guitar even.” He bit at his lip slightly as he thought about how to phrase everything. “You will never run me out of money either, my accounts have been collecting interest since 1502. And I’m allowing you to use them.”
He wondered if the other would accept such a crazy idea, but he figured it was worth a shot. It would also be easier for him to not have to go out once a week to feed. Since his need for blood is becoming more frequent. “Even if you don’t wish to stay here, you can come here every night. I will cook for you, so you will never go hungry. You can have a bed to sleep in; you can bathe, have clean clothes and no longer need to sell yourself. My only wish is that once a week, you give me something of yours.” He allowed himself then to look at the boy. His eyes were red and strange for anyone who was ‘human’. He hoped he wasn’t going to scare the other away.
“I will never drain you, never change you, never do anything you do not wish. I just thought that, you need help, and I have what you need, so I will do anything to get what I need.” With that he concluded it as “I will pay you.”
Lord, when did he become so desperate?
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Post by Jayy on Jul 31, 2011 22:52:51 GMT -5
Andy couldn't help but move the dish toward him again and picked up the fork, dishing the food into his mouth. He couldn't help but devous every piece of food he endured, letting every bite last to his fullest. Since food was so scarce to him, good food was a god send. He watched the man carefully as he talked, shoving his mouth after he swallowed every half-chewed bite after desperation. He may very well end up sick that night for over indulging yet he didn't care. Right now, right now he was hungry. Right now he was listening to a stranger make a proposition about something he was completely confused about.
"1502, like your family made the account or something?" ANdy asked in a soft voice as though he had been a stupid child who was scolded for questions. He looek down for a moment, listening to the man talk, looking straight into his dish of food as he shoved it hungrily into his mouth. As the man started to describe the luxury's, Andy put his fork down and wiped his lips, sitting on the edge of his lips.
The next time he looked up at the man he noticed an extreme danger. He held fear in the pit of his stomach as he swallowed the air nervously. He couldn't help but bite down on the silver ring in his bottom lip, the light hitting against it and making it shine onto the other wall. He couldn't help but just stare at what was once his gorgeous gray eyes but now were red, such as that of demons. He couldn't help but let his lips part slightly.
Though he couldn't really give up the offer to get food and showers and a place to sleep. He could die the next day on the street. At least if this man murdered him, he would murder him comfortably. He stared at him with disbelief almost, not sure of what to say. "Uhm.... yes. Yes, I'll tsake it," he said quickly as though the chance would escape. He wasn't quite sure what he was agreeing too. "But... what exactly am I giving you in return? I'm sorry, I'm terribly confused..." he said his eyebrows knitting together in confusion
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 31, 2011 23:06:10 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Taking a deep breath, Keegan pushed away from the table and stood up, trying to distract himself from the pain so he could think coherently and allow himself to keep calm and rationalize with the man. Running a hand through his dark curls, he tried to concentrate. As his heart gave a beat, a pang shot though his chest, riveting through his entire body, making him falter in his movements before he continued on, walking slowly around the table.
“I suppose, there is no way to tell you without putting it bluntly,” he stated, looking to the male once more before taking a deep breath, “I need your blood.”
He knew that was a scary sounding proposition for the other, so he dared to repeat what he had said before. “Like I said before, I will never drain you, never change you, never do anything you do not wish.” He commented, before stopping not far from him, looking him over carefully. “I know it’s hard to believe that all I am saying to you is true, but I assure you it is.”
Finally, he sat back in his own seat again, resting an elbow on the table, and his forehead in his hand. “I still have trouble believing it myself.”
He did.
This man had spent, and still did spend, almost his entire life devoted to the idea of obtaining knowledge. He could retain much more information than a normal person can, and held a large IQ; which was partly the result to his loner style. He had never once come across anything in his findings that ever lead him to believe that Vampires were real. In fact, the more he read, the more he was certain they weren’t. Had it not been for finding that vampire years ago, he would never have believe them to ever exist. He would have thought them to be myths, like unicorns and hippogriffs.
However, after 499 years of living as one, you tend to believe it. Even against all odds and all prior knowledge.
Looking up at the male before him, he still kept his head in his hand. “Do we have a deal?” he asked him curiously, his baritone voice soft, and his words careful.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 31, 2011 23:20:03 GMT -5
Andy's jaw dropped open as he listened to the man talk, and then as soon as he noticed it, he closed his mouth, going back to biting down on his lip. Of all the things he had been asked, (ie sleep with me, give me your eyes, could you mow my lawn, etc. etc.) he had never been asked for his own blood before. It's not that he felt it was perrsonal to him, even though it was his own blood, but it was the phrasing of his question. Andy was the type of guy to help someone out when he could just because he knew how good it felt ot be helped out.
"What are you exactly saying?" he asked, his hands falling into his lap and his eyes moving down as well. He couldn't wrap his brain around it, he was lost in his own mind. "Ch-change me? Into?" he asked softly in the same dumb-abused-child voice he had used to his previous question, though he had noticed a pattern in the vampire's habits. He didn't care especially care what the boy said, as long as he said yes. He moved his hands into small fists into his lap then unclenched them, clenching them again.
He took a moment, still not looking up, his mind racing in a thousand different directions, then all at once they seemed to stop, freeze, and one word popped out from the wall of grafitti, just one little signature on the edge of a painting, just one, little itty bitty ant in the entire ant hill. "... yes."
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 31, 2011 23:39:41 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - He could feel a weight being lifted from his shoulders at the other’s acceptance of his proposal. Keegan was sure the other male still didn’t quite understand what he was, but he supposed that would come with time. After all, most people on this earth were stupid, and wouldn’t see things that were right in front of their eyes. So he could deal with explaining it to him slowly as time progressed.
He wasn’t about to tell him the whole story, he barely knew, or trusted, the other. As such, his back story was something that he would keep to himself. He could tell him small parts, but nothing more than he needed to know. As he sighed heavily, gripping at his chest, he looked to the other male. At this point, he looked tired. He was running almost on empty, and he wanted to either feed, or sleep. Either one would work for him, but he needed to have some patience.
“I’m a vampire.” He informed him, deciding not to beat around the bush about it any longer; the other male was just not getting it. “That’s what I mean by I won’t change you. I don’t want to change you into something as dreadful as what I am, so you needn’t worry about it. I won’t drain you of all your blood, I only require a little. If ever you feel uncomfortable with the idea of it, then you may leave. It’s a pain in the ass, but I will find someone else to get blood from when I require, but I figured we both have something the other could use, why not take up the opportunity?”
As he pushed away from the table, sitting back in his seat, he ran his hands over his face, tired and wanting this conversation to be over with. “I normally would not require to feed as often as once a week, as most vampires would only feed once a month unless they are selfish, sadistic, bastards. However, I have a problem that requires me to feed more often than that.”
As he looked to him through his fingers, his eyes still red, he swallowed hard. “Now, if you wish to hear more, please allow me some blood before I collapse, and I would be happy to tell you anything you wish to know.”
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Post by Jayy on Aug 1, 2011 0:06:30 GMT -5
Andy felt trapped in a really, really bad movie as he continued to look down at his hands. Slowly his eyes rose, fear shaking his limbs, his hands trembling slightly on his lap. He closed them in tight fists, trying to will away the fear within him.
This was for the best, he thought. This wasn't some cheap horror movie, he gave you his word. What do you have to lose, darling? Why not give this handsome vampire your blood, are you really using it? Why yes, my dear, you are using it, but are you really using it? Couldn't you spare a bit? If it hurts, simply crawl up in bed and cry about it later. You know pain, you stupid bastard, you have the scars to prove you know what pain feels like. Give up, Andy, give up.
He moved his eyes up to the vampire, studying his face. He wasn't about to ask questions now, or maybe ever. All he really wanted was to know what it felt like, see what entailed him ocne a month until the vampire got bored with him. He wanted to eat, get his blood sucked then curl up in his promised nice warm bed. And if he died right here, as he feared he would, he would die with a full stomach and the fact that he didn't die alone. He died with a murderer curling around his body in use of his blood.
"Yes, let's do this please. I would appreciate if we could get it over with, but I don't really know hwow it works," he said, his voice slightly more confident as it had been previously.
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Post by ritsukitty on Aug 1, 2011 0:28:56 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Glancing at him, he rolled his eyes and rose from his seat, “Oh do stop looking so scared, it’s not like it will hurt.” He said rather annoyed at the other’s actions before he leaned over the edge of the table, towards the other male. Gripping the front of his shirt, he pulled him forward and, in a sudden movement, the extraction began.
His soft lips met the other’s in a searing kiss. There wasn’t anything behind its meaning, though the kiss could be confused for something more, since Andy didn’t know anything about how he extracted blood. He probably, like most everyone else, figured that the blood would be taken from him from a bite upon his neck. Now, some vampires did do that, but those were mostly done for the joy in seeing the pain it caused. However, when doing that, marks were always left, and this would cause problems later. Especially for Keegan, who was the only vampire in the city. At least, that he knew.
He used his tongue to open the male’s mouth, but did not venture inside. Instead his lips heated up ever so slightly, but not too much that it was uncomfortable and blood began to pool into Keegan’s mouth. He swallowed hungrily, and the color quickly returned to his face. Soon his heart no longer hurt, and returned to a semi-normal, if not, slow, beat. After a moment, he withdrew from the male and licked his lips.
The grey blue color had returned to his eyes, and he genuinely looked healthier just by that small extraction, and as he looked at him, he gave a soft smile, thankful for the other male. He liked when he didn’t feel the pain. He looked at Andy carefully to make sure he was alright, not light headed or anything, which sometimes happened from a first draw. He hadn’t left any blood behind for the other to taste, but just in case, he straightened up and turned from him. “Let me get you something to wash your mouth with if you wish.” He said softly.
He walked out of the room for a moment before returning with a glass of water and setting it before him. “Thank you,” he said kindly, as he sat back down.
“Now, if you wish to ask anything, now would be the time.” He informed him.
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Post by Jayy on Aug 1, 2011 0:47:10 GMT -5
Andy was wide eyed at first in the embrace, then slowly his eyes fluttered shut. He was much confused, at first actually. He just let it happen not pushing the subject. He hadn't really kissed many strangers, for they were only after one thing. Soon, he felt his lips get warm, and he immediately figured this must be it. This wasn't the man coming onto him, it was simply him just wanting... needing blood. He wanted to open his eyes, yet he knew it would be an awkward moment. A kiss was a kiss, whether it was forced and full of blood or from someone you sincerely liked. Andy wasn't actually sure he liked this vampire. Like as in, could hold conversation with. But he was going to make the single most effort if it meant him cleaning up, maybe looking a little bit healthier. His first dream was having a shower, for it had been over a week since he had bathed, still coaxed in dirt making his skin really much darker then it really was and his hair matted and big.
As the man... monster pulled away, Andy wiped his lips with the back of his arm, looking down to see if their was any trace of blood left. He could see black spots blur his vision and he was dizzy and light headed. It had been the first time he had ever had blood drawn, and he felt like he was either going to be sick or pas out. "Yes please," he murmured as the man left the room to go get something to drink, water he was praying. He held his fingers to his mouth to will himself from being sick, setting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands, running it over his head to push the mass of hair from his face. As the man came back in he eagerly picked up the glass of water and chugged the whole thing, setting down the cup and looking at the man thinking about questions he had.
"Why me?" he asked curiously, his voice soft as he shifted in his seat. He was no longer fearful of the man for it really did not hurt, more along the lines of confused of why he was picked.
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Post by ritsukitty on Aug 1, 2011 1:02:38 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - He sat back down, awaiting anything the male might ask, knowing full well that the boy might just expect his whole story of where he came from and why. He knew it, and he knew how to get around such a question well. As he watched the boy compose himself, he knew that he must think of him as a monster. It was hard not to. He thought himself as one quite often. So it was expected that the human would think of him that way as well.
Looking at him curiously, he was actually taken by surprise when the male asked him why he chose him. It was actually a difficult question. As he leaned on the table, chin in his head, he bit at his bottom lip. “I ask myself that question every day, but fail to ever find an answer.” He informed him, trying to choose the right words.
“When I stumbled upon you earlier, you sparked my interest. You were alone, like I was, and in need of help, just as I was. Some sentimental fool might call it fate, some sort of sign that I was supposed to take you in, or that we are destined to meet and all those foolish sort of things saying that basically we needed one another, but whatever it may be, you are here.” Shifting in his seat, he tilted his head slightly as he locked eyes with him, though he knew the male would rather look at anything but him at that moment. “Not to mention, I adore your eyes.” He said simply.
The other probably heard that before on various occasions, but he didn’t care. Nor did he mean it like the other men or women did. He thought their color, not only quite beautiful, but the fact that he did so well to hide his emotions on his face and his body language, but everything pooled into his eyes. It was quite interesting to watch.
“It’s silly, I know, but none the less, it’s true.” He said softly, glancing at a clock upon the wall, wondering if any more questions would be asked. He would readily answer them, but he didn’t want to beat around the bush anymore. If the other wanted to know about him, then he should ask.
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Post by Jayy on Aug 1, 2011 1:15:37 GMT -5
Andy let his eyes lock with the other man's with what seemed like the first time since the fsaithful meeting outside on the bench. He nodded slightly as he listened to him talk, his face very stoic while he gathered the information. He was chosen because he had pretty eyes and because he was alone. His cheeks flushed out when the vampire commented on his eyes, though his face had no change in emotion. He stared down the man with a generous look, thinking about it all for a moment. He watched him break the eye contact to look at the clock and his eyes fell back onto his lap, the gorgeous gray pools enthralling him which was why he just couldn't look away. He had seen his eyes a million times yet he never thought his eyes could match this man's for the way they looked was siply enchanting to no end.
"Who are you, exactly?" he asked curiosuly. More comfortable in the situation (after a really intense make out with a total bombshell of a stranger) his muscles relaxed slightly. He crossed his elgs at the knee, resting his elbow on the edge of his kne, leanng his hand on his fist which was faced toward the ceiling. He looked back up to the man, pausing to think about exactly what he had asked.
"I mean... well I've lived here all 20 years of my life and, I've never seen you... have you been here long? And who just exactly are you, besides Keegan the vampire," he said wondrously, being a little braver outside of his box. He was still on edge with the man, and wasn't exactly pleased to still be sitting at the table with a man that made him feel so awkward, yet he wanted to know what exactly was going on.
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