Following the small form the best he could in the rain, Sebastian manages to reach the park without incident, but he is too soaked and annoyed from being hungry to care about formalities.  In fact, formalities were most likely the furthest thing from his mind now.


"You..." he huffs, pointing to the kid on the bench.
 
Dysanders’s shoulder twitches a hair as he hears the voice behind him. Being a little drunk from his recent feast, he is appalled he didn’t notice the man behind him had been following him.
 
‘How silly of me to let someone sneak up behind me like that; and a child of darkness, no less…’
 
The child stands, his motions very deliberate, turns towards the man and stares at him momentarily. He places his arm over his stomach and bows slightly. “Good evening sir, how can I help you?” As he returns from his bow, he takes the chance to look the stranger.
 
The stranger is wearing a denim coat over a crumpled button-up shirt, somewhat ill-fitting black jeans, and a pair of worn out gray sneakers that are worn like slippers, the backs long since folded over from misuse. The fact that he is hunched over from the cold and the rain didn’t detract from his height much, and his along with his lanky body-build suggests that he might be just a tad underfed.
  
The child finally stood upright, smiled, and said, “My name is Dysanders. And who might you be, fine sir?”
 
Pulling his jean jacket against his chest, as if that would help keep him warm, Sebastian frowns, tilting his bony jaw line downward. He examines the kids clothing, coming to the rather idiotic conclusion that he must be part of a play.


"Are you lookin' for the theatre?" He asks, tilting his head slightly. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and with the heavy rain, it was a little hard to make out the boy's features. It was clear though that with his kind of speech, he definitely didn't belong in this part of the neighborhood.
  
“No, this is my normal attire. I was just out for an evening stroll, whence I decided that I should like to take a tour of the Old City. It reminds me of home, and meals are cheaper, though that is hardly a decent reason for me to visit in this area.”
 
By the looks of it, the man standing before him needed his spectacles. He was squinting at Dysanders like he was hard to see.
 
The small neko thinks to himself, ‘So this is the calibre of vampires that roam these days. The blood is so thin… Children of darkness shouldn’t need glasses…’
 
Instead of commenting on the man’s glasses, Dysanders asks, “Would you be so kind as to tell me your name, sir? I’ve introduced myself; it’s only proper that you do the same.”
 
To be quite honest, Sebastian doesn’t quite understand a word coming from the other male, and he just nods slightly, looking rather perplexed. He glances back towards his place, deciding that the club goers would most likely be inside now because of the rain. Anyone waiting in line to get in would have gone home. No smokes for him.


Sighing, he reaches down to wring his jacket out, being THAT soaked. His fur is matted to his face, and his tail is doing it’s darndest at trying to imitate a rat’s tail.

  ‘This sucks.’ He thinks, ‘I probably doesn’t even have any clean laundry back home, either.’


"Huh...? Oh. My name's Sebastian..." he murmured, not seeing the importance of knowing his name. "You wouldn't happen to have a smoke I could bum, would you?" He asked, grinning sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
  
Dysanders reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a cigarette case, opens it, and carefully, so as to not get the cigarettes wet, and hands the man one of them. He then takes a lighter from the same pocket and holds it up to the man.
 
"Ah!"

Sebastian's face lights up almost enough to stop the rain, greedily reaching out for the cigarette. He carefully holds it in his palm, protecting it from the downpour almost as if it were a living being. Refusing the lighter, he says, "No thanks, I gotta save this for after supper."
 
The rain wasn’t letting up, and would not let up for a while. When Sebastian returns the lighter, Dysanders excuses himself, sits down on the park-bench again, and politely ignores the man behind him.


Smiling as he hands the device back to the youth, Sebastian’s expression turns sour when the kid just sits back on the bench. Not sure if he was supposed to follow suit and sit next to the bloke, he decides it would be best to stay where he is.

"So...." he begins, shuffling his feet a little.  "You're...um..."
 
Dysanders reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small package. It contains a pipe, tobacco, and a book of wooden matches. He proceeds to pack the pipe, light it, and begins smoking it contently. He hears Sebastian say something behind him but doesn’t pay attention to what he is actually saying. Turning to the man, Dysanders says, “If you would like to talk with me, please, sit. Rest your legs for a while whilst we converse.”
  
Sebastian takes a seat, and Dysanders begins, “Yes, sir, I am a child of darkness. My creator took pity on me when he slaughtered my family and brought me into the world of darkness. Had I a choice, I would have died with them.”
 
"O...kaaaayyy..." he murmurs, glancing down at the drenched seat. Didn't this kid mind that he was getting soaked? It is freezing out!


Sebastian sits on the bench and brings his legs onto the bench to curl up slightly, hoping that would warm him up a little. The taller male raises a brow, unable to take his eyes off the other. He'd heard things about some lucky members of his kind being able to do things like read minds, but he'd never met one… until now, at least.
 
"Weird..." he replies softly.” Don't go gettin' all emo on me though, heh. It's not so bad. I became one by choice, yanno?"
 
“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you decide to turn your back to the light and enter the world of darkness?”
 
Dysanders had heard many reasons, and many bored him. Still, though, the reasoning behind the transformation intrigued him.  The thought of living forever enchanted most, and still more wanted the vampyric powers Dysanders controls. Unfortunately, the blood had grown thin, and today’s vampires could no longer promise super-human powers. Today’s vampires were little more than blood-sucking vermin who simply lived for an extended period. Dysanders is hoping that this one isn’t one of them; it would be a shame to meet another one… especially since he wasted a cigarette on the man sitting next to him.
 
"You really have to ask?” The feline looks at his paws, now resting in his lap. “Eh... I guess some people have different reasons... maybe..."


Shivering, Sebastian’s teeth soon start to clatter, and he keeps glancing off down the street, wishing they could just go inside and continue their chat in a less… downpoury area.


"Well...I was bored, I guess. Pissed off at God. The usual, right?"
 
The neko ponders for a moment before smirking at the larger fur, “Boredom is a slightly different answer than most. Had it been thirst for power, I may have left.
 
“Why not accompany me for a while. We can go to my house for the rest of the evening.”
 
"Uh...right..." Sebastian said.


Sebastian scratches the back of his head, glancing up slightly at what the other said.
 
Jeez... it was almost like the kid could read his thoughts quicker than he could think them...

"Your place...?"


For some reason, that sounds creepy… even though he's just a kid...

"Well, my place is just right up the street, but ah...whatever you wanna do..."
 
“My house will do fine,” Dysanders says “The servants likely have a fire in the hearth already.”
 
“Um, if you insist,” Sebastian murmurs, slowly getting to his feet, shuddering as his garments cling to his thin frame. Ugh, this is definitely one of his top five worst feelings in the world.