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Dysanders rises from the bench, and starts walking away from the park. There is a black sedan parked nearby. He walks towards it, only expecting Sebastian to follow. Inching towards the car, Sebastian glances up and down at it, blinking slightly at how nice it is ‘Tsk, of course he's rich,’ he thought. When they raced the car, Dysanders opens the door, and beckons for the taller man to enter the vehicle. When he does, Dysanders enters the car and the door closes behind him.
 
“Take us home Charles, I have a visitor,” Dysanders says. “Call ahead and have dry clothes for the both of us…”

 Exhaling shakily, Sebastian slides into the back seat, only to be colder against the leather interior. Goddamn fancy cars! He hears Dysanders talking to the chauffer (who looked like a mix between a Doberman and a German Shephard) and then he heard himself addressed.
 
“What size are you, Sebastian?”

 "U-um… look at the tag on the back of my shirt," he replies, shuffling to his back was to the other.
 
“Oh? Just a moment Charles,” Dysanders says as he reaches over to check the tag on Sebastian’s shirt. “Call in for a 16x37 shirt, and 32x36 pants and 10.5 shoes. Have them laid out when we arrive?”
 
"You really don't have to get me anything..." He mumbles, but Dysanders had already hung up, which now meant he owes him for clothes he doesn’t even want. Well... maybe he kind of wants them, but he doesn’t have money to spare for that right now, and by the looks of this kid, the garments are probably going to be rather lavish.
 
After a short discussion, the window to the front of the car closes, and Dysanders depresses a switch, which, if you could read the label, says ‘seat warmers’. Dysanders, himself, isn’t cold, but he can see that the other beside him is somewhat slightly ‘chilled’.
 
“Writing off a set of clothes does little to hurt business. You can pay them off simply by talking with me later this evening… So, Sebastian, I’m intrigued. What made this dull world so boring that you decided to enter the world of darkness?”

The neko crosses his legs and rests his hands on his knees, leaning slightly forward to peer intently at the soaked feline. 

 Slumping slightly in the seat, which seems to be warming up, the taller male scratches the side of his mouth, shrugging lightly. "I dunno... it's not that dark yanno... Night time only lasts for so many hours, right?"

Luckily for Sebastian, he had the privilege of being blooded by a day walker, so he could move about during sunlight as much as he pleases.
 
The car drives out of the wreckage of the Old City, and onto a small paved frontage road. Tall oaks line both sides of the road. About half a mile away, one can see a modest… modest for a mansion… house. Dysanders had made this place his home many years ago; after his master, tired of immortality, walked outside just before morning to watch the sun rise.
 
“So you’re a day-walker, are you? I miss the sun. I haven’t seen it in many years, nor can I remember anything of it, other than that it was warm when it shone on your face. Is it the same as I remember?” Dysanders looked at Sebastian in the eyes, almost pleadingly... He wished to know again what the sun was like.
 
“Ah...r-right....” Sebastian stammered. Weird, it’s almost as if you can read my mind... Well...I guess it’s the same as you remember, unless it's cold out.”

 Shaking the heebie jeebies off, Sebastian ponders on the sun for a brief moment and turns his attention to the scenery, feeling awkwardly out of place as they enter the 'well-off' part of the city. He really didn't belong here. And Dysanders's house was just as he expected....HUGE.
 
Sebastian turns towards Dysanders and sees a trace of a smile on his face. ‘Maybe he saw my memories of the sun.’
 
“Yaknow, if you really want to see the sun, you can drink some o’ my blood…” Whoops...  "I-I mean not too much of it, you know… but enough to gain the ability..."
 
While walking in the light again is a tempting idea, Dysanders likes the idea of drinking another vampire’s blood even less. After all, drinking that vile serum is what forced him to leave the realm of light in the first place, and even after many years he disliked his existence as a child of darkness. Dysanders only stayed this many years because he never had the resolve to take a walk in the afternoon.
 
“No, please you. I’m fine the way I am. I’ve lived many years without the sun, I’m sure I can endure many more such years.”
 
He has to say, though, that Sebastian is beginning to grow on him. Perhaps he should visit him in the morrow too. 
 
"No...?"  Sebastian is surprised to hear that Dysanders would want to refuse such an enviable ability, especially since this character seems rather jaded and disdained. He'd thought maybe a change of... light would be good for the little guy.

 "Well...if you change your mind, just lemme know before yah…dig in. That would probably creep me out, heh!" He chirps, sweat-dropping when they neared the massive estate.

Dysanders smiles politely and says nothing.
 
Finally the car reachs the entrance of the home. Charles slows the car to a stop, exits the vehicle, and opens Dysanders’s door. Another servant exits the house to greet Sebastian. “Kristof will lead you to a room where you can change out of your wet clothes… Oh, Kristof, after he’s changed, lead him to the den.”
 
With that, Dysanders walks off into the house to change into his own set of dry clothing.
 
 
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"Right..." Sebastian murmers, tensing up a little. The other vampire seems mad, which makes him a little nervous. He didn't want to admit it, but Dysanders could very likely kick his skinny pale arse.

 Turning his attention to the opened door, Sebastian wants to protest, but before he could even get a word out this Kristof fellow starts ushering him inside. He tries to ignore the fact that Dysanders's entryway is like the size of his entire apartment, and the kid probably didn't even have to pay for this place, where as Sebastian struggles pay check to pay check to pay his bills.

 Trudging into a dimly lit room after what seems like years of stairs traveling, he frowns down at the outfit set out for him, which is way too fancy for him to even think of wearing.

 “Um… I don't really… feel comfortable accepting these”
 
“Ah, but the master insists… He’s been lonely lately, I’m sure he’s pleased to have a visitor. Don’t worry; they’re a token of his good will. I’m sure you’ll look fine in them, and they’re not even the best you could be wearing,” Kristof said. The jaguar raises a brow at the silly black cat and just stares at him for a moment before walking towards him.
 
“Here, sir, let me help you with your wet clothes,” he says. “I can have them washed and dried by the time you are finished talking with the master”
 
 
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Dysanders makes his way to his room. As he nears his door, Charles overtakes him and opens the door for him.
 
The boy walks into the room and holds his arms out as the canine begins removing his jacket. After his coat is removed, the small master raises his arms expectantly. Soon, he is sitting in another pair of under-drawers and Charles is drying his hair with a towel.
 
When Dysanders thinks he is properly dry, he looks to Charles, “You may dress me now,” he says.
 
Dysanders walks down to his den and sits at a chair near to the fire. “Charles, have someone move a table and another chair into the room. When that is done, have someone bring wine and refreshments.”
 
Dysanders opens the novel he is reading, and begins waiting for Sebastian to arrive while his servants prepare the area.
 
 
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"Lonely...?"  Yeah, I guess he seemed kinda.....like that...
 Feeling like he understands the kid a bit more, the dark haired male lifts the pants up, only to drop them when Kristof gets a liiiittle too close for comfort. "W-whoa...I don't need any help...um...I'll be out in a minute. Okay?"
 
“Terribly sorry, sir. It’s common protocol. I was only trying to help you with your clothes, just as I would do with any visitor the master brings home. If you didn’t want my help, you just had to tell me. Call me if you need anything.”
 
With that, Kristof walks to stand near to the door, facing away from the visitor so he can change in privacy, which is what Kristof assumes he prefers.
 
‘What an odd fellow the master has dragged home this time, Kristof thinks to himself... As much as the master dislikes commoners, I wonder what possessed him to take this one along with him.’
 
"All right..." Sebastian replies, smiling politely, only to go wide eyed when the guy just stops by the door. “Um...think you could leave the room...?" He mumbles, though he starts unbuttoning his jacket anyways, pealing it off his soaked fur.

 Rolling his eyes, he wriggles from his drenched Tee, plopping it on the floor on top of his coat. Once he had the fresh garments on, he gathered the old ones up, tapping Kristof on the shoulder.
 
“Ah, yes sir, what can I do for you?” Kristof said.
 
Sebastian indicates that he needs a place to put his wet clothes so Kristof gathers them together in a bucket and sends them off to a maid with instructions to clean them, and mend them if necessary. He is somewhat sure that mending is necessary.
 
As soon as the maid is gone, Kristof motions for the tall man to follow him. “The den is this way sir,” he said.
 
Sebastian bids his drenched garments farewell, following Kristof in silence; too busy staring at everything that decorated the hallway to speak up. Not that he had much to say to this guy, anyways...
 
Kristof leads Sebastian through cavernous hallways, and past many doors. Decorations include sets of armor and cloth hangings. Each hallway is well lit with a multitude of oil-lamps. Every so often, the couple passed a maid, who is tending to the level of the wick or to the level of the oil. Either sooner or later than expected, depending on whom you asked, they arrive at the den. 

 After what seems like endless awkward silence and envying how rich this KID was, the man finally stops, leaving the visitor in the hall. He slumps against the doorframe, fingering the intricate paneling, shaking his head. ‘I can barely afford groceries and someone lives like THIS, just miles away from my apartment? It was so weird to think about...’
 
“Wait here a moment, sir.” Kristof says to him, as he enters the den, leaving Sebastian in the hallway. Kristof walks up to Dysanders, bends down, and whispers in his ear, “Your guest has arrived; I’m sorry it took so long, he wouldn’t let me assist him with his clothing.”
 
“That’s fine,” Dysanders says, “Show him in. Have him take a seat in the chair Charles set out for him.”
 
Kristof leaves the room and exits to the hallway again. “The master bids you enter now, sir,” he says.

 Interrupted in his thoughts by the 'summoning', he swallows hard, shuffling into the den, which of course to him seemed more like a royal courtroom or something. Not that he'd ever seen one of those...

 "Um...thanks for these..." he said quietly, not sure where to sit so he slowly sank into a seat across from Dysanders.
 
Dysanders marks the page in his book, turns slightly and faced Sebastian (both chairs were facing the fire at an angle, a small table placed between them, and Dysanders wanted to see his visitor properly dressed)
 
“I’m glad you finally made it,” he said with a smile, “I was beginning to wonder if you wandered off without Kristof.
 
“No need to thank me for the clothes. They don’t cost me anything anyhow. Please, enjoy yourself; forget formalities. Tell me about your life before you became a vampire... I can’t much call you a child of darkness... especially since you’re a day-walker...”
 
Having never experienced his teen years or adulthood, Dysanders is always intrigued the life of the vampires that made it to their adult years before their transformation.
 
Sebastian tries to catch a glimpse of the book his young host is reading, but it is placed aside before he can, which means he would have to discuss whatever Dysanders brought up. It isn’t that he doesn’t mind discussing himself because he is shy, but he can kind of tell that he is extremely different then the kid, even though are were in similar boats.
 
Leaning back in the seat to get comfortable, he marinates in the heat coming from the fireplace, almost getting sleepy. He is quiet for a bit, trying to think of how to answer in a way Dysanders would understand. He can tell he didn't become one by choice.
 
"I don't...really know... I guess I was bored, and I kind of wanted to be able to live in a different time...I guess..."
 
“Ugh, I don't know what I'm saying,” he thought.
 
“No harm in that, I guess. I’m sure you know what you’re trying to say, and just have no way of expressing it,” Dysanders said. “I’ve seen many ages; each different from the last.  The world changes so quickly that there is never a dull moment in time. Lately, though, life has become boring. I’m glad you took interest in me this evening. After the gladness of a new coat wore off, life was again monotonous. It’s good you bring change to my day. Thank you.”
 
Dysanders is kicking his legs under the chair, almost childishly as he speaks to Sebastian, looking up at him warmly.
 
Sebastian looks startled at the youngster’s response, staring in almost disbelief at him, “can you…”

“…Read your mind?” the neko finishes, “Only on the surface, and only if I try

 The older male rubs under his nose with a small sniffle, the cold from earlier making his nose a little runny. It is nothing to fret over though.
 
"I guess...?" He replies, frowning lightly. "Well I kinda felt that the world wasn't changing....fast enough...you know? When were you blooded? It must have been awhile ago..."
 
Sebastian is intrigued now, eager to learn about all the times he hadn't been alive to see.
 
“Charles, a handkerchief for my visitor, if you please...” Dysanders says, and then to Sebastian, “mmm, I haven’t thought about that in quite some time... I used to count my age, but I lost track after fifty or so years... and that was some time back in the middle ages so, I’d have to say that I was blooded either in the late 1100’s or so. How about yourself? Your customs seem rather young, so I can’t imagine that you would be any older than... sixty years.”
 
"Wow...that's....wow..." he murmured, watching the child in fascination. To think that little thing was over several hundred years older than him! And he was calling him young!
 
Charles comes by with the handkerchief for Sebastian, and another servant came with a tray of a variety of cheese, crackers, and sliced sausages, and yet another with a bottle of Barolo (a wine imported from Italy)
 
"Oh no, I don't..." Need one...
 
“Please,” he said, “feel free to help yourself to some refreshments. Though they will do you little good as far as food, I find I still like the taste mortal goods”

 The bombay sighs, watching the servant dash off, feeling uncomfortable being waited on. Ah well...

 "Erm, I'm fifty seven. You're a lot different from me though..." he comments, wiping under his nose with the cloth. He is eager to dig in to the snacks, but he doesn’t want to seem like a pig, so he nibbles on the crackers slowly.
 
Dysanders lookes up to the man and smiled, “I can’t leave my guest with a runny nose after making him talk with me in the rain, now can I? You can keep the handkerchief if you want.”
 
Dysanders pours himself a glass of wine, and takes a few crackers, slices of sausage, and chesses. He chose Extra sharp cheddar, Cheshire, and Gloucester; all cheeses that were made within driving distance.
 
“Help yourself; as thin as your blood is, this may nourish you slightly, and I KNOW you’re hungry. Don’t eat so daintily for my sake,” Dysanders said, chuckling warmly, “Besides, I may have dinner made shortly anyhow.”
 
Dysanders sits in his chair staring at Sebastian, enthralled by him. He grins childishly, continuing to kick his legs under the chair idly. Being with his visitor brings him back to his younger years when he still had a family and was happy.
 
