[Evil Tink]

"Now who said I wanted you to leave? You still owe me a favor.." With a slight growl he grabbed at his eye patch and tore it off..it was really bothering him for some reason. He set the stupid leather circle beside him on the couch with a sigh, "You'd think that after 420 years, I'd be used to the damn thing.." He shook his head slightly, then brushed some hair from his eye; surprised at how irritated the stupid thing was being right now.

[Bovice]

"Technically it is more then one favor." Aaron sighed. "I just don't like to mooch off of people." He ran his hand through his hair. "Well there are things in life that you wont get used to, I have already figured that out." He let his legs collapse and he sat cross legged on the floor.He pulled out his pistol and laid it on his lap as he leaned back on the chair.

[Evil Tink]

He shrugged, "Just the one favor will do for me...and you're not mooching, you're spending the night in lieu of our ruined dinner date." He smiled a bit, rather enjoying Aaron's company even if half the time he didn't appear to. And of course, right as things were getting nice and mellow, there came that annoying knock signaling Genevieve was there. He glanced to Aaron, shaking his head and putting his index finger to his lips.

"Open up you crazy old coot! I demand an explanation! I know you're in there! Don't ignore me!" She pounded on the door some more, tempted to try and bust it down; but she knew she couldn't. "Adelais Seibert Rathrock! Ouvrir ce putain de porte en ce moment!"

[Bovice]

Aaron smiled and nodded, he was about to say something but was cut off by Gene knocking on the door. He chuckled quietly at her anger, and he wasn't ready to go and open the door. There was one thing he never would do and that is mess with an angry woman.

[Evil Tink]

Adelais rolled his eyes as she persisted. He made no move to actually answer the door though. Even when it was silent on that end, he could still sense her there and decided to still not open the door. He sighed as he could feel her walking away. "About damn time..." he muttered. "I honestly don't know why the hell she decided she wants to be my 'friend'. I, personally, do not like her that much. Don't get me wrong, she is a really nice girl, but I find her rather annoying what with her..antics.."

[Bovice]

Aaron leaned his head back, "I agree with you there, she is a little annoying. She would e-mail, text, call, and visit me until I agreed to meet you." He sighed. "Not saying I'm not glad I met you, she just didn't have to lay everything on so damn thick." He closed his eyes again. "She is probably gonna come back soon I assume?" He rolled his eyes.

[Evil Tink]

He nodded multiple times, agreeing with him every step of the way, "It was worse on my end, since she knew about..me being a vampire for awhile now. She actually stabbed me.." He shook his head with a slight chuckle, "She's a very strange woman...I don't understand why she's so hell bent on 'getting us together'.." He frowned at the thought she'd only be back, "We'll just deal with it when it comes..."

[Bovice]

"I don't know, maybe we are kind of alike." Aaron shrugged. "We both rarely go out, you to I assume feed, me to murder." His tone was nonchalant. "We both sulk a lot." He shook his head slightly. "Which I hope she doesn't, I'm not looking forward to getting yelled at." He cracked open his eye to look at Adelais.

[Evil Tink]

He rolled his eyes, "I rarely get out to feed...more often than not, I just sit on my couch and think all day..for years on end. Every so often I'll take a few classes online..but..rarely..I mean, I hardly look like I'm past 15...it's insulting." He scoffed, running his hand through his hair, "How'd you get caught up in all this..mercenary business?"

[Bovice]

"Which isn't your fault, I'm guessing. But I say you look at least 18." Aaron smiled a bit trying to make Adelais feel better. "well right out of collage I tried to get a job with the police. But they wouldn't let me in because of my size. I was to scrawny." He sighed. "I even showed them that I am really adept with all kinds of weaponry. But alas it didn't work. After my at the time dreams were crushed, Mr. Norewood came to me and offered me a job. He wouldn't tell me anything about it, other then that it was security." He ran his hand through his hair.

"A load of bull that was, but after my first kill. Which I though the person was wearing protection. I found that I didn't mind killing people. And Norewood, that SOB made sure I would never forget the rush of taking another person's life." He sighed knowing he was sounding like a total psychopath. He leaned his head forward, "I told you that story, can I ask you how you became blind in your eye?" He hoped that Adelais wouldn't get upset for him asking.

[Evil Tink]

He chuckled a bit, listening to Aaron's story, "Think of it from my perspective; the predator side. Hearing the heart race, feeling the panic rolling off them..it's just so..thrilling when I feed off someone..and don't worry, I don't think you're a psychopath. If anyone is, it's the 20 year old french girl that never leaves me alone..." He chuckled again, shaking his head slightly, "She should spend her time looking for her 'soul mate' as she always calls it."

He sighed a bit as he was asked about his eye. He had been asked so many times, but every time he answered, it was a lie-against his mother nonetheless. He shook his head with a slight smile, "I don't mind at all...It's nothing spectacular really. When I was maybe 5 or 6; or somewhere around that, I was ambushed by a very powerful warlock. Witches and the likes are not fans of vampires or demons..they prefer to align themselves with 'the light'. Long story short, he was trying to get the knife into my heart, but I dropped down to my knees at the last second and it went into my eye. Things happened, blah blah blah, I killed him, did what I could for my eye until I got home, and that's that. My father tried his best to repair my eye, but even as vampires our knowledge of the specifics of the body were lacking...we knew more than the humans and their medicine books of course, but still, we were lacking. Unfortunately, any permanent injury obtained as a human, remains, so when I 'turned', my eye did not fully repair.' He shrugged. It really was nothing spectacular or all that 'unique'. "I don't mind it really...it keeps humans from approaching me and that's perfectly alright in my eye..." He chuckled. Rarely did he ever make a joke like that.

[Bovice]

Aaron chuckled slightly at Adelais' joke. He stood up and walked over to the couch. When he got to the couch he put his hands on the back of the couch, he leaned over Adelais' head and smiled a bit at the content look on his face. He moved his left hand and gently laid in on Adelais' right cheek, being careful of his eye. "I know it doesn't make a difference, but I truly am sorry." He started to remove his hand with a small smile.

[Evil Tink]

Adelais's right eye cracked open a split second before his left, revealing the mass about of scar tissue on the organ. "There's no need to feel sorry, but..thank you..." He almost whined as Aaron removed his hand, rather liking the feel of his warm skin, but held himself in check. He sighed a bit, watching Aaron with red eyes; well his right appearing to be a bit pink due to the white/opal scar tissue. "What made you decide to remain a mercenary?"

[Bovice]

Aaron stayed leaning over Adelais, "Mainly the money, plus it is fun coming up with new ways to torture/kill people." He smiled a bit as he looked at Adelais' pinkish blind eye. "Does it hurt?" His tone took on a somewhat childishness. He didn't know why but he was truly fascinated with Adelais' eye.

[Evil Tink]

"When I was still human..it would bring me such agony..but..a few years after I turned, I burned the nerves around my eye..you could grab it and I wouldn't feel it." He sighed a bit, unsure of what to do really. "I'm surprised you haven't asked me about money...I mean..." He trailed off, not wanted to make himself seem more like an idiot.

[Bovice]

Aaron gently pushed himself off of the back of the couch and walked around to the front. He kneeled on the couch; almost like a child does when they look up at their parent. He got as close as he could to Adelais. "I see..." He trailed off as he scanned over Adelais' face. "I assume you have come up with quite a wealth over your 400 or so years." He gently laid his hand on Adelais' cheek again. He gently trailed his thumb over the scars, mapping them out in his mind. "You really don't feel that?" His voice was in a whisper for some reason that he couldn't figure out. He leaned in, his face was only a few inches away from Adelais'. He slid his hand down a bit as he fully leaned in and gently kissed the corner of Adelais' eye. He pulled back after a moment and laid his hand in his lap, "S-..sorry..." He trailed off as he looked down hiding his face from Adelais.