Oh, great, you again. (Roderich + Keith)

It had been a week and since then Keith had attended every single one of his classess, he didn't do most of the work and mainly sat at the back of the class but for at least a week he was a 'normal' student. He wasn't really proud of himself, he didn't see why he should be proud; all he did was attend a couple of classes nothing too amazing.

He stepped quickly through the hall with his collar turned up the hide the bandage on his neck, for the first time in a few months his tie was on straight and his laces were up. WIth the exception of the collar he was in full uniform, his headphones weren't even in his ears. But on his face sat his glare of anger.

You're having a meeting with Roderich at lunch, you will be going you have no choice.

"Tch," teachers were all the same, just like the one escorting him to the cafeteria. He had had one of these bastards following him until the smell of blood wore off now he just had them watching him during school hours to make sure he attended his classes and didn't skip.

He walked away from the teacher and into the cafeteria sitting down in front of Roderich looking at him, he barely ate at lunch times in the hall. EIther that or he'd go down to the shops and get a hamburger or a packet of chips. He sometimes ate the meals but he didn't really like doing that all that much. If anything he would by lunch then go outside and eat in a tree and take the rest of the day off.

"G'day," he said simply looking at Roderich curiously. The bandages were highly visable from the front, they were a tad bit blood stained but wrapped around neatly and tucked away at the back of his neck perfectly as if someone had done it for him. But no one had, Keith was very good at this. After a while his death glare softened into his regular cheeky grin.

Keith sat in front of the other watching him eat, he looked around the room at all the other students before looking back at Roderich. He laughed at the look of horror upon the mans face feeling very proud that he had suparsed what the librarian thought he would do. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table waiting for Roderich to look up from his cake, a small giggle escaped his lips watching him eat.

The Australian's behaviour was very predictable. After any sort of violence against him he would shut up and do what people told him. Teachers were often slightly worried when he finally attended their classes however but after time the ones at his old school stopped asking questions so he could live his life in peace. Keith just assumed at this new school that they were either very used to situations like this or if that woman had told them not to ask questions.

"I don't care," he said back to Roderich pulling the collar up further, if it was a vampire bite he'd just have two dots and he could claim he had made out with a girl. But no with this one he had to wait for the skin to fuse back together, sure he could get stiches but he was slightly touhy about people doing things to his body. Of course it all depended on the person.

Keith twitched slightly and sighed before answering, "It bled out for a couple of minutes than after an hour a staff member stopped the bleeding and put some sort of liquid on it," he grunted, "other than that I havn't looked at it." Keith had a bad habit of letting his wounds go bad, he didn't want help and would be left with scars and bloood stained clothes.

He smiled, "I attended all my classes for the week and played a bunch of songs on my guitar," the smile softened as he spoke, he really did feel thankful for Roderich but he was also scared of him. Strange huh?
"Thank you..."

Keith let go of the collar placing his hands to rest on the table. They sat there for some time but he got restless and started to fiddle with the bottoms of his sleeves, circling his finger around the button. Eventually, as in aid to relieve something, he unbuttoned the cufs and flayed them out slightly giving a satifsfied sigh. He started to fiddle with the free button idly waiting for the other to speak.

The Australian shook his head, he had refused help from everyone so Roderich was definitly out of the question, "Don't bother, my body deals well with infection," a little infection was nothing to the Australian anyway. Rejection of the body on the other hand was not. He shrugged lightly remembering that in the past he had little to no problem with the way he treated his wounds, regardless they always seemed to heal just right, "You don't have to pretend to be nice to me, I'm just tolorating you because I don't have the energy to fight. Nothing more so don't worry yourself."

Silently humming the lyrics to one of his favourate songs in his head Keith watched as the Austrian ate ever so slowly, he chuckled lightly not really feeling that he was being rude. "Don't worry about it," he said with a cheeky smile, "it's good to enjoy your food so do that, don't feel that in my presance you have to be kind," he leant his elbow on the table smiling again, "after our little fight it's not fair to fake kindness, hostilaty seems to be our relationshi and I don't want to lie."

He nodded, "The classes were shit," and that was all he had to say. He shrugged looking back at the librarian steeching his arms gently as not to hurt his neck, "I was feeling pretty shit so I locked myself up for a few hours and soothed myself with the music, as you said I'm quite a depressing person when it comes down to it," he laughed just to show Roderich that he had gotten over it that he had healed himself and was no longer in an ill state of melancholy. "But how am I curious?" He raised an eyebrow, "Am I really that different to other people in my behaviour? Back at the library you seem facinated..."

"Well," Keith thought for a few moments before shrugging, "I went to my classes and cleaned up my act for at least a week, that was why I was sent here. I was a menace and they thought that if I was to learn when to use my powers and basically learn how to live in the world...the real world not the dark one..I'd have a better life." He gave Roderich a thumbs up, "You helped me take one step to my goal!"

At his old school the Australian had never been forced to where anything but the school shirt he wasn't used to the crisp shirts and blazers in winter. It was all quite new to him and he still didn't know how to do a tie, the tie he currently was wearing was tied by a teacher then placed over his neck, the whole uniform was new to him. Keith didn't care much for pleasing others and as soon as his mood wore off he'd ditch the tie and roll his sleeves up to the top of his arms and get it dirty climbing the trees in the grounds yet again.

He sighed nodding looking up at Roderich again, it wasn't really fair in his eyes and irritated him. The thought of him changing the bandages on the wounds he had caused hit a nerve with the rebel and he opposed it. But he gave up and nodded, "Fine," he looked up, "you can change my bandages just please be gentle with it," he rolled his eyes sighing lightly, "Either what you are saying is just you being a staff member or it's sympathy which is appreciated but unwanted."

"I'd love to fight with you again you rich bastard," he laughed quickly leaning back in his chair chuckling lightly, "and I'd fight you right now but yeah public place and other people don't like me fighting while I'm injured," he ran his fingers through his hair with slight irritation. He smiled back at the librarian contently and he put the bottom of his foot on the edge of the table, "Wonderful," he said sarcastically, "if you ever feel angry call me and you can tear my neck again," he laughed again a bit more real, "must be such a pain being a teacher having to watch what you do all the time~"

"Nah I'm fine," he said waving his hand dismisivly, ever since he was a child he rarely ate when he had injuries. "I don't like eating with these things," he pointed to his neck descretly, "I feel ill and I don't like it, plus I'll probobly eat later tonight with a nice bottle of beer."

He nodded happily thinking of his guitar. Scratched and drawn on with burns along the side, names of his old friends carved into the handle and doodles of flowers around the sides that a few of his female friends had drawn. The strap was made from leather and it too was tattered. But even though the guitar was in terrible condition it sounded wonderful and on the back had inspirational sayings from the few of his friends who weren't dick heads and had similar pasts and reactions to them as Keith as opposed to the 'gangsta wannabes' or those people who pretend to be something they weren't, "I love my guitar," was his only response.

He laughed, that sounded like him to a T. He knew that he was a bit strange in that way with swaping his view points. He guessed that it spawned from the fact that he wanted to be loved by others and the only way to gain that love was to abide by their rules but on the other hand he was frightenened of the system and thus rebelled against it, "Good luck trying to figure me out," he snickered giving him the thumbs up, "if you work out what's wrong with me please call!~"

Keith rolled his eyes staring at Roderich is dismay, annoyance seeping through. The way he was talking was like he planned on eating from him again, if he was a vampire he'd have no problem with it. He always wanted to be an all-you-can-eat for a vampire, but this alp thing was dangourous and he didn't like the tearing flesh. If, on the other hand, the aristocrat found a way of drinking the blood from Keith without harming him he would agree, "The way you say it makes me less likely to agree to do something stupid like that," he spat back quickly, "and the way you talk about others as food, while I find it utterly interesting, it makes me sick."

The Australian understood all right, it wasn't all that hard to understand. He had been around animals since a very young age and had gotten used to their mannerisms, many of which where mimiced in bloodsuckers. He wished he had spent more time around bats but they always had a funny habit of being nocturnal and he rarely ever went out at night. He was terrified of the creatures his uncle called 'bunyips' or 'yowies'. He snickered at the comment by the librarian, "Ha!" He laughed, "Probobly not, while I do not doubt their aare other people like me here the majoraty probobly hate me."

Keith's demina had calmed and he slowly sunk back into one of his more normal states, being able to have a conversation with the librarian in front of him. He showed no signs of fear but none of direspect as well. Though the bottoms of his feet where on a dining table and he was leaned back as far as he could he was still somewhat respecting, he was just being a bit cocky at that moment.

He laughed, it was true, fights were never as fun a second time but if by chance you had the weakness of your opponent up your sleeve the battle could be very much in your favour, "Great," his sarcasam continued lazily, "I can look forward to more pshycological torture from the great alp Roderich." The one thing he would not be looking forward to in a re-match fight would be if he lost or was reduced to the state he was last time, if he had a fight and lost he would like to make sure that he went down with dignity not crying in a ball feeling sorry for himself. He looked over him at laughed, he really wasn't that worried about Roderich following him around, he was very certain that the other would want the least amount to do with him as possible taking great stakes to avoid him.

"Humans can go a few days without eating, birds don't need to eat much and I don't know much about demons," he crossed his arms at Roderich's words. Why was he caring? Maybe he wasn't and it wasn't like Keith wasn't eating at all. He was just eating little bits, he would start eating again once the wound had at least healed half way. At the moment it was nearly there but he still felt sick thinking about it. "You don't tell anyone I drink on campus and I want tell everyone in my classes that you're a public menace, even as a creature you should be able to control your tendancies. Especially as a staff member," but then he shrugged, "not that I really care at all you know?"

"I don't," he looked at the ceiling before back down at Roderich with a soft smile, "I was six when I was turned into a monster or atleast when I started to become one. At that age I barely knew what a chimera was and after that I was too scared to find anything out about them. After I came here I did a bit of research but some parts of me don't match up and I can't tell the line between chimera and shitty up-bringing," he shrugged lightly being in a mood where this stuff didn't bother him all that much. He wanted to know what he was and what about a chimera was attractive to create but no such luck was his, "and damn you!" He laughed.

The Australian nodded, "I'm just a bit cautious forgive me," he listened carefully comparing everything to the creatures of the bush. He guessed it was true the food chain and all he just had to add in an extra level of man-eating-mythical-beasts, that weren't new to him more strange, this world was scary but at the same time uterly interesting to a point that Keith could feel himself taking after his family members. He couldn't be blamed his parents were doctors and his uncle was a scientist, from a young age he loved finding out stuff. And even now he loved hearing about this and expanding the library of useless (in his mind) information. "I guess that's true," he said in agreeance, "it just feels a little bit odd for me is all."

"I hope so too," he said with a small shrug, friends were always good but the Australian could go along well speaking to birds. It had been a long time since he had had a true friend and while he had met so many nice people at this school he counted barely of them as trur friends. But slowly he was letting his gaurds down and would let other people come in. Strangely he felt a connection, not friendship or even hatred, to Roderich. It was sort of like a kind of like a strange admiration he had for him which made him chuckle out loud, "which reminds me do you have many friends?"

The Australian rolled his eyes and pulled his feet from the table, "Fine grumpy face," he snickered slightly then looked around the room. The food didn't look that good but the tables were clean as opposed to the public schools at home. He sighed putting both of his feet flat onto the floor and pulled his sleeve over his hand wiping the dirt off the table causing the crips white sleeve to brown.

"I guess this school is pretty cool in that way," Keith grinned the idea of drinking coming deeper into his mind, he had to make a mental note to get some beer that night and go drink for a bit. Not get completely drunk just enough for everything in the room to look a teensy bit funny. Yeah that should be enough. He blinked looking over at the librarian, "Is there something wrong with drinking on your own?" He asked genuinly suprised, he had drunk by himself since coming here since crows generally don't handle alchohol all that well.

Keith looked back at his gaze and tilted his head, "I guess I didn't tell you hmm," he shrugged not really caring all that much although the memories were fresh, "I was too young to completely understand so it's mostly okay, anyway it's my fault," he laughed nervously but other than that showed none of the signs of depression or angst that had been visible in the library a week ago, "I always asked to help him and eventually he said I could, too bad it was as an experement. I learnt a lot about biology though."

He didn't particually want sympathy from Roderich especilly when he didn't give himself any to start with. He looked over wondering if there was a soft drink vending machine to at least get a drink. "Be back soon," he said and stood up going over to the counter getting a cola before coming back and sitting at the table opening it up taking a big sip out of it. Ah yes that was nice, truly it was. However it did make him slightly hungry, he bit the side of his cheek thinking. Now what would be good to eat? Maybe he should eat? A sandwich maybe or a meat pie, yeah been a while since he had had one.

"Wonderful," he replies sarcastically sipping more of the soft drink, it was cold and soothing to a throat that had just had hard alchohol for three days. He wasn't getting drunk just drinking because he didn't want anything else and it worked to numb any pain that would sneak past the painkillers he kept in his pocket whenever an injury was found on him. Maybe drinking while on pain killers wasn't a good idea but he didn't care, Keith wasn't the centre of the good idea circle anyway. He then begun to think, if chimera blood tasted bad what did alp or vampire blood taste like? He looked up from the table and into the librarians eyes, "What does alp blood taste like?" He asked ever so curiously.

He thought for a second. There was that kid who became his roomate and that strange girl he met in the underground passages but he didn't really count either as friends. Well the girl wasn't, yet. Then he thought about Australia. No friends there either. Then he thought about his room and nodded, "Shane and Nina are the best friends I could ever ask for," Shane being his koala and Nina his kitten. But because of his realtionship with animals growing up he thought of them not just as pets or companions but as family and true best friends that he would take a bullet for, seriously.

"I sometimes drink socialy," he muttered, he would love to but he was a little bit too lazy to go out and was still worried about people. Getting even more worried about the people here all thanks to Roderich. "And what's wrong with escaping life?" He asked, although if he had it his way another method would be more useful. If he wasn't careful, when he drunk, Keith sometimes found himself in a state of depression or pain much worse than that of which he was escaping. This is where walking around the school talking to random kids or chatting with the neighbouring bird life came in, although it wasn't a sure fire win. He tried to stay positive as best he could and he wanted to show Roderich he wasn't just another twenty-first century emo.

Keith recognised Roderich dropping the conversation and he too let it go with ease, although deep down the feeling of thankfulness for Roderich's sympathy came through. It had been only about the second time he had seen such words come from the aristocrats mouth and it was comforting in a way. He gave a small smile contently before downing for of the soft drink giving Roderich a thankful expression.

The Australian laughed when he returned to the table seeing the look on the others face, he took a smug pride in feeling that he had annoyed the stuck up man, "Maybe," he looked back over at the canteen. A sandwich wouldn't be bad and he was starting to get awful hungry. Dammit, he wanted a meat pie so badly at that moment. He stood from the table again as if he was hyperactive and walked over to the canteen settling for a sasuage roll, he wasn't going to eat anything too fancy. After drowning the poor thing in tomato sauce he made his way back to the table licking his fingers.

"Okay I take back what I said," he muttered before taking a big bite out of the roll, not eating much for a week had left him starving and he started to woof down the roll quickly but then he stopped himself and wiped his mouth slowly. "O-oh...sorry," he grabbed the paper napkin covering his mouth as he chewed forgetting that he should probobly have been slightly more polite around aristocracy. He took another small bite chewing with his mouth closed silently dropping his gaze.

The Australian tilted his head curiously, "You've never met another alp? Did you live alone with the witch?" He wasn't trying to be nosey or rude he was in all honesty curious. He swirled around the cola bottle, the part about vampire blood made him giggle and sounded extremly interesting, "In that case what has been the best and worst blood you've tasted?" He quickly backtracked hiss entance fumbling with his tongue, "that is if you don't mind answering..."

"Shane is my koala and Nina is a kitten," he smiled like a child, "they are really cute and like family to me. Shane has been with me for about....almost...four or five years now. We understand eachother and we can sort of communicate, he's really sweet but has a tendancy to spook people," he scratched the side of his head remembering the looks on some peoples faces when he ate hot chips with a koala on the beach. Even living as a human being he was a strange one.

Keith rolled his eyes putting the bottle down, "I'll find someone to drink with eventually," he groaned really not liking the way Roderich talked even though he had him pinned down. Yes most of the time he drank to forget but he did drink for amusement as well and would always offer a can of beer to someone if they were in the room. "And what's wrong with being alone? I'm never truly alone anyway, theres the birds and Shane around for me as well. Although I'm guessing you have a deep want to be wanted and around people due to your relationship with your family," he stiffled a giggle smiling taking the bottle up once again having a sip smirking, "Am I right?"

Keith looked up at Roderich scrunching the wrapper up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand gently, he wondered what the other was thinking as he ate and found himself actually caring about what the aristocrat thought about him. Well that was a first. He sat up looking down at the crumbs groaning again wiping them into the wrapper gently. God he must think I'm disgusting. He cursed to himself.

A suprised gasp of a look overtook the Australian's face and he shook his head gently, "I don't want to condradict myself so quickly and I don't want pity help from you." He crossed his arms watching the empty bottle of cola roll lazily around by itself before coming to a halt and he looked back up at the librarian in front of him, "Don't think you have to be nice to me, I don't care if your a jerk or a saint your Roderich and my view of you won't change," what his view on him though even to him was unknown.

But hell a cooked meal wouldn't be too bad it may even be good but still. The point still standed that he'd be accepting help from someone, a teacher no less and someone who had hurt him. He was not family nor friend nor any sort of person that would be the type that Keith would allow help from, the brunette wrinkled his nose slightly but relaxed it again almost instantly.

"Oh," Keith blinked slightly not expecting that answer and slightly caught off gaurd by Roderich's honesty, for someone who hated him he was sure being honest. He mused over what he could say for a few moments before nodding showing that he understood before changing the subject back to something a little more socially acceptable, "Why are you being...more kind...I may be just imagining it but you sorta seem open...it's odd considoring how we are with eachother with hatred and all that?"

He smiled plesantly listening to Roderich's description of the types of blood, pictures going through his mind and thinking where his own blood was ranked against the scale. As he thought his hands wandered to his collar straightening his tie and folding the pinned up collar down against his shoulders, "So the sterotypes against creatures preying on women are pretty much correct?" He asked as his hands shifted down to the table surface again where they sat silently.

"They both sorta saved my life in a way...or atleast they help for hard times," he gave him a small smile then shrugged only somewhat irriated by the mans words. He then opened an eye and peered at him, "If you want me to get proppor friends why not volunter youself?" He opened both his eyes leaning back, "You fill almost the definition of friend in some way."

The Australian leant back with a small nod, "Yeah I was forced to come here and I could have run saying that I was afraid and still hurt," he looked at Roderich adopting a serious tone as he spoke gently, "in truth I sort of wanted to see you again, I said I was strange didn't I?" He hoped that his drabble of words made some sort of sense the aristocrat because it barely made sense to him, "And yeah...I crave attention even from those who are mean to me, if I like someone I will stay by them regardless. I yern the attention, love and acceptance of others even from you, theres something about you I obviously like so I guess I crave your approval...why did you come?" He finally asked, "You seem less happy about this, so why did you come?"

"Fine," he nodded standing up looking around. No one was looking thank god, "I guess I might as well come and eat with you, but I don't want any fancy foreign food. Don't think of me as un-cultured but some food just doesn't agree with me." He walked around the table and stood next to Roderich smiling up at him, "Food better be good," he grinned from ear to ear like a child, "and it better not be like a date where you make me food to try and woo me~"

Keith was getting irritated and he scratched his head out of infuriation looking across the table at the aristocrat, that really didn't answer his question. Maybe it was his own fault for continuing the conversation but it was truly a mystery. He was well aware that the other thought he was a waste of space and a sorry excuse for any sentient being but did that mean hatred, he sighed rolling his eyes trying to keep a track of his mental tangents, "Fine I'm sorry," he grunted loooking up at him, "I'm sorry I acused you of being nice, I'll be sure to spread the rumor that you're a heartless bastard from now on."

The Australian laughed at the description whole heartedly, being amused by such simplistic things, "Well then you really are a lady killer," he snickered quietly to himself beaming with a contented smile, "So who do you usually eat around campus or do you go to butchers and get big barrells of the stuff?" He was halfy being serious and half joking, he really was curious about where the alp got his meals and how legal it was although he presumed that in a school like this lee-way would be given for students and staff who had those slight canabalistic tendancies.

"Aww, ya sure?" He said in a joking voice, he didn't really care all that much he was sure he'd find friends eventually. "And your words hurt me," he whined foolishly before shrugging it off, "I don't care anyway you would probobly end up cramping my style anyway, plus I don't do friendships with teachers, adults or people in positions of power so you're safe my dear rich bastard," the smile on his face curled at the ends and small shots of quiet laughter made their way through barely parted lips.

"Make enough sense I guess," he muttered rolling his eyes. He rolled the bottle too and from his body before watching it roll off the edge of the table lazily and he gave a small happy hum and it bounced on the floor quickly. "So I presume after this you will be avoiding me at all costs and I'll never see your face again after today?" A small twinge of saddness came over his voice as he spoke almost as if he wanted to see him again.

He laughed picking the bottle up tossing the bottle in the bin, "Bitch," he joked heaving a sigh guessing he'd have to eat whatever the guy made and hopefully it would agree with him, "and hey I've had pleanty of girlfriendy-like things in the past!" He glared at Roderich in a stupid manner that he did not realize, "And I can look at you however I want and if you lay another finger on me I'll bite them off!"

Keith shrunk down in his seat feeling almost embarrased about what he had said to Roderich, his face went red and he sighed slightly making a guilty sound with his throat before looking up to make eye contact with the aristocrat across the table. He gave Roderich a look that was somehow showing apology and slight guilt. He hadn't meant to seem rude or stupid it was just how it came out. The Australian felt very foolish next to Roderich, he felt like he had to be better or smarter than how he currently acted. Keith chuckled wondering what, if Roderich had an opinion, he would think if he were to tell him but it would sound foolish and self-centered so he kept it to himself in silence.

"Aww you make me hurt," he replied sarcasticaly with a small chuckle to follow suit. So Roderich would be in the library? Keith had no doubts that he would definitly visit him be it for serious reasons or to imply annoy the librarian. But he covered his thoughts with a small scoff and a lazy response, "Nah I probobly won't go, nothing for me there," he smiled, "sorry mate you just ain't worth my effort. I guess we are simialr in that way. Hey that must hurt; we're similar!"

Keith followed him into the kitchen looking around to see if there was anything he could snack on. The thought of beer then came to mind and he made a bee-line to the fridge to look inside for a drink, he sighed when he saw none. He leant back grabbing a slice of the sqaure 'plastic' cheese, he peeled the thin plastic off and place the cheese into his mouth eating it slowly chewing gently. He trotted over to the bench and leapt up onto it sitting down continuing to eat his cheese contently, "Just so you know you ain't no perfect primrose yourself!"

"I know they don't," he groaned slightly rolling his eyes irritably licking his fingers free of the rest of the cheese, "You wanna hook me up with someone?" He asked with a grin on his face shaking his head in dismay. He laughed watching the librarian grab ingredients and put them down sniggering as he ran around the kitchen. He blinked slightly noticing him avoiding ingredients he wasn't familer with, "Thanks mate."

He swung his legs contently banging his heels against the front of the cupboard below him trying to be as quiet as he could be about it. A smile plastered his face watching Roderich cook and he giggled, "I feel like a little kid around you," he laughed, "you're kind of...kind to me like a parent...is it odd for me to think that?"

Keith was indeed and odd one and something that really couldn't be explained all that well in a couple of minutes. And he was sure that Roderich was the same; layers of feelings contradicting others. His hatred toward Keith and his own hatred to Roderich seemed to fade away or at least on his side and be replaced with some sort of strange trust. It was odd to Keith himself more so.

"I guess that's good then," he replied all the time thinking that it was in fact a clever lie. He would go seek out the librarian in a couple of days and said he needed a book for one of his classes or say he got there by accident, shoot off a couple of swears and he'd probobly believe anything. He took a sort of smug pride in this plan at the back of his head but sniggered at himself inwardly noticing what a dweb he had become and how much he appeared to be turning into a teachers pet. But this was different.

A laugh came from the Ausrtalian, "Nah I have a pretty strong stomach, I really only throw up if I get really really drunk," he watched as Roderich put all the ingredients away and he peered over at what he had left trying to think of what on earth he could be making. Whatever it was he recognised nearly all of the ingredients so he was happy. He leaned back this time chuckling, "Aww you're no fun," he didn't really care anyway. Love wasn't something he was too pre-occupied with at the moment anyway. Although it would be great to be going out with someone he had prepared himself to be alone.

"But it's not just that!" Keith argued crossing his arms trying to think of examples, pleanty of which were too intracit and made barely any sense to himself let alone Roderich, "You're kind to me even though I've been an ass and even though that can be explained that you are a staff member I believe that there is still something...I don't think that you're being kind to me just because you have to...if you had to be kind you would have tried to get rid of me as quickly as possible," he paused, "unless of course I'm wrong about all of this."

He didn't really care all that much the idea of having a parent like figure didn't appeal to him all that much but the idea was still there in his head and he couldn't push it aside. It wasn't something he could do all that easily it was just there. Sitting at the back of his head nibbling away, he closed his eyes leaning against the back wall finally shrugging. Whatever.