"I'd rather you wait outside. Some people come here with some personal stuff...For their privacy, I think it'd be best to wait there. I'm sorry I can't keep you anywhere warmer." He stands up. He's not particularly tall, only about five foot eight, but he seems longer because of his hair and what he wears. He reaches out to take his hand. "If you decide not to come back, then it was a pleasure meeting you, Vincent." He leans forward--and kisses the back of his hand. He offers him a gentle smile as he straightens himself again.

"I understand that." Vincent says softly. He wouldn't have wanted anyone listening to their conversation, so why should he get a chance, if he were to take it, to listen in to other people? He stands up-he doesn't like the cold mind, be he can deal with it. He squeaks, without realizing it, and blushes lightly at his action. "Yeah...nice metting you too." He says, before kind of scuttling away to the outside.

Liet watches him trot off with a smile on his face. He meets the crowd in the cold once again, and the grumpy teenager purposefully runs into him with her shoulder as she marches inside. A few are watching Vincent in expectation. The last few people had such colourful reactions, will he be the same..?

Vincent stumbles a bit as she runs into him and all, but says nothing. If he was going through withdrawal, he would probably be in a bit of a rush to get rid of that as well. He just looks at the others watching him before padding off a bit. It's a bit creepy to have people watching him. It makes him nervous and all. And he has plenty to think about without being twitchy. "He'll help you if you're willing to take what he says?" He sounds uncertian, but only because he gets nervous when people are watching him, expecting something.

His response seems enough to satiate the restless crowd. The line has shrunk since he was last out. It seems a few more are giving up on this doctor-demon-witch. A family of one mother and three children begins to make their way out. There's quiet murmuring among them.

It takes a short time for the teenager to come out. She's just as sulky as before, but she hands him his coat with more gentleness than before. "I'm sorry about being rude earlier." She mumbles, and then she runs off. He's left alone again, to watch the line as it graudally shortens...

Vincent sighs a bit, relieved as the group/crowd goes back to being in their ling and all. He just watches the people, wishing that they'd stay to some extent. He's sure Liethell would help them as long as it's within his/Ganymeade's power. At least, he hopes so.

"It's alright....he helped you, right?" He can't help but ask. "And are you sure you don't need it?" By that time she's already run off, but he had to try. He can get another coat, but if she freezes to death, she can't get another life. He put the coat back on and sits down, curling up a bit as he thinks. There really is no good option it seems...and he's not sure which is the better option.

The night becomes more and more quiet as the line shortens. Liet makes short work of the remainder of the crowd. In about an hour and a half, Vincent is alone with an exhausted-looking doorman. He's brushing off his suit, and he glances Vincent's way. "Do you need to see the doc again? Do you need a place to stay? It might snow tonight, I wouldn't stay out here long..."

Vincent feels kind of sick actually, but he knows why. It's because of the decision he needs to make. It's that important that the pressure is making him feel physically sick for once. "Um....yes....I do need to see him again..." He's not that sure on his decision, but he also knows that no matter which one he chooses, well, he'd feel the same way. So he's picked the one that could end up happily, even if it isn't likely, in his mind.

He nods and opens the door for him. There's a look of concern on his face. "He's still in his room. The door on the left." He points, and as promised, the room is still lit up.

Inside, Liet still sits. He's in the midst of yawning, but he smiles again at Vincent. The only change in the room is his significantly more tired face. "Have you come to make a decision, or ask more questions? or are you taking me up on the offer for a good night? I still have some energy left in me, I promise."

"Thank you." Vincent says softly before heading inside. He's a bit hesitant, but still heads into the room, almost wanting to yawn when he sees the other yawning. He makes a strange noise and turns bright red at that last part. He was halfway expecting it, but he cannot stop that reaction at this point. "I've made my decision,,,I want you to teach me." He's taken that plunge...and that sick feeling starts going away finally. He's glad of that part, but he's hoping it was the right decision to make and all.

"You do?" He smiles and stands up. "Well, I'll be happy to do so.Do you have a place to stay? I'm afraid it's a bit too early in the morning to be working out the specifics, and you do look tired." He walks over to him, and he reaches out to wrap his arm around his shoulder. Though it's cold outside, Liethell is a warm creature to be around...

Vincent just nods a bit. "Yeah, I do." Though, he's still worrying a bit about whether it is the best decision to make or not. Too late now either way. He just shakes his head a bit. "I've got nowhere." Just recently, his magic decided to act out again and so he ran. He hasn't had the chance to find anywhere to stay to tell the truth. He can't help but lean into Liethell. He's so warm and Vincent is so cold at the moment.

Liethell rubs his shoulder quietly. "I hope you don't mind the building." The stars behind them twinkle and blink out as he leads him out of the room and up a set of stairs. It would be dark, but Liet holds out his hand and another ball of light, much larger now, illuminates them. It casts the same warm, pink glow that the stars from earlier created. The feeling of magic it radiates is just as calming as the sight of it.

Upstairs is no cleaner than down below, but it does seem modestly furnished. They are in a hallway that once held apartment rooms. There are missing doors and holes in the walls. There is a bathroom behind them and six doors, three on either side of the hall, in front of them. The bathroom looks gross, covered in grime and reeking of defecation and urine. "I hope you forgive me, but I've been squatting. There's no electricity, no plumbing, and there's only one mattress set up at the moment, and you'll have that one." He leads him to the farthest door on the right. As promised, there is a shabby looking mattress, and there's a much nicer-looking sleeping bag left unrolled on top of it. "I wouldn't suggest using the bathroom unless you absolutely have to. It's not exactly sanitary in there..." He chuckles, and his thumb rubs circles into Vincent's shoulder blade. "You're free to rest here. I think it's safe to say I'll be up late this morning, so if you wake up before me, don't be startled."

"This is the kind of building that me and some kids would explore." Of course, sometimes, they'd be utterly disgusted or freak out. And sometimes they'd run like the wind when they would find someone in the building they were exploring. Sometimes those people were off their walker. He just pads off upstairs with him.

He chuckles a bit. "I had a feeling you were doing that." He has no problem with it really. No one else is using the place, and even if the walls are a bit holey...they've got to block out more wind than nothing. "I could tell, just a bit." But he also knows what places are open past midnight, which ones don't look their bathrooms as well. It's important when you don't have a place to live. He can wash up a bit there and use the bathroom obviously. He shivers a bit at the touch, unable to help it. "Why would I be startled?" Unless he turns into that lizard/dog thing he was talking about earlier, why would he be startled?

"I used to too. It probably was not one of my smartest habits." He chuckles, and he strokes up and down Vincent's back. "Occasionally, I talk in my sleep." He leaves his side for just a moment, to unzip the sleeping bag for him. "I might sleep leaning against the walls in the corner of the room, so you might mistake me for awake when I'm really not." He sets the ball of light on the bed nearby, and it dims enough to substitute as a nightlight. "I'll be a bit, I've got to wash my makeup off. Please settle in, you look frozen to the bone and tired to boot."

"It was always fun though." Vincent says, smiling a bit. Though many times they'd swear they would never do that again. And they'd always do it again anyway. He can't help but shiver again. Normally, he wouldn't let people touch him this much, but Liethell is warm and he's cold. "Ah....okay then..." Unless he sounds like something that will eat his soul, he'll do his best to ignore it and go back to sleep. He nods a bit. He's known a few people that had to do that for a reason. He usually doesn't share an area, he looks to be alone mostly, so he can't warn the other about anything he may or may not do. "I'll try to remember that." He smiles a bit. "Ah...thank you." He, after a bit, almost disappears into the bag, looking at the light. He finds it amusing...and can't help but giggle a bit as he thinks about the one he ate earlier. Depending on how long it takes the other to take off his make up, he may or may not be sound asleep when he comes back.

It takes him an obnoxiously long time. Either this man put on more makeup than anyone thought, or he's just slow. The light continues to glow softly and lull him to sleep with it's gentle magic. Liethell comes back, his hair braided and wearing men's pajamas. Aside from his long hair, he no longer looks so feminine. He curls in a corner and smiles at Vincent, sound asleep. He wonders what sort of powers he has and how dangerous they really are. He dozes off while thinking, not to awaken until eleven in the morning the next day...

The funny thing is....while Vincent isn't a touchy-feely person while awake, he tends to move towards warmth and snuggle up to it/him/whatever while he's asleep. Liethell is no exception to this. Vincent has never noticed this due to being alone while asleep at least. He does, technically, wake up before the other...but it's warm. Warm is hard to find on the streets so, he doesn't bother moving at this point.

(He becomes a heat-seeking Vincent XD Like a missile, but less dangerous -puts Vincent's head on a heat seeking missile and laughs-)

(aww, that's so cute! <3)

Liethell wakes up late, as promised. He stretches his limbs out on the floor, and then he stands up and cracks his back. His eyes are still closed and he rubs them, looking quite unhappy to be awake. "Vincent, you up bro..?" He grumbles, not opening his eyes and yet still knowing precisely where he is.

Vincent makes an unhappy noise, having fallen back asleep, when the warm moves away from him. The thought of it actually makes him sad. He was enjoying that warmth. He rubs his eyes, not completely willing to uncurl himself unless he absolutely needs to at the moment. "I am now." He says, rubbing his eyes a bit. "Good morning." He says simply.

He turns to him and smile. The poor boy still looks sleepy, and he's tempted to indulge him in an even longer nap. He steels himself though. "You ready to get up and get going?" He reaches over and brushes hair out of his face, "I hate to pull you out of your peaceful slumber, sleeping beauty, but I'd also rather we get moving. Do you like fast food breakfast?"

Vincent knows he shouldn't have went back to sleep, that with the warmth makes him so demotivated on getting up. But he couldn't resist it either. He makes a bit of a noice before kind fo glaring at the cold that he knows is coming. He sighs a bit before finally moving and getting up. "I'll eat almost anything." Unless it looks like it might kill him. Then he won't.

"Well, give yourself time to wake up." He yawns and rubs his eyes one more time, "We'll pack up what we have here and find ourselves breakfast somewhere. We have a bit of travelling to do, I'm not staying in this city..." He stretches and yawns, and he begins to undress himself. In front of Vincent. Without a care in the world.

His skin looks just as smooth as it did last night, but across his whole back and the left side of his chest and stomach, he has an old, gnarled, discolored scar. Beyond that, he is otherwise quite an attractive man and he knows it. He fumbles around the room in the nude, first searching under a nightstand, then under Vincent's bed. He pulls out an old satchel from under it and digs there for clothing, mumbling something about room heaters and dressing warmly...

Vincent has decided that he's a prude compared to Liethell. And he already misses the warmth, but he'll get over it soon enough. "Alright." Well, that one girl did tell him that the other tends to move a lot and all. So he's not surprised though he does wonder where they're headed.

He ends up finding the ceiling very interesting, very quickly. He's blushing a bit. He's seen it before, so he doesn't know why he's acting this way, but the ceiling seems a good alternative right now to look at. He can't help but snort a bit as the other mumbles a bit. "Do you need my coat?" He can't help but ask.

(He's afraid he'll be seen as creepy XD Not really.)

(Hehe :,D Liethell won't mind. He's open about this sort of thing.)

"No, no." He huffs, "I had a nice outfit in here, pink argyle and some nice slacks, but I might just have to stick with sweats." He huffs and pulls out a pair of sweat pants. Coincidentally, it's pink. He digs out some underwear too--also pink-- and gets dressed. Once he's fully covered, he pats Vincent's shoulder.
"I'm decent now. You know, I don't mind you looking. It's what I get paid to do."

Vincent can't help but laugh a bit. "Nothing wrong with sweatpants." At least they're warm. He thinks more utility over fashion when it comes to his clothing. He doesn't care what he looks like too much as long as he's comfortable. "I think I can guess what your favorite color might just be." He says when he glances over, happening to see the pink clothes. He just blushes more at his words, unable to help it before just shaking his head a bit. He doesn't know what to say to that.

"I do like pink. I like a lot of other colours too. Purple feels nice." He chuckles and sits on the bed by him. "Did you sleep well last night?" He reaches out and runs his fingers down Vincent's cheek. It's such a tender movement, so gentle and so human, but even that feels as if he's leaking traces of warm and comforting magic.

Vincent tilts his head a bit, looking confused at his wording, but he just lets that go. He isn't going to question how a color feels nice at this point. He just woke up. He stiffens at the touch for a moment before relaxing. One thing that Vincent hasn't noticed is that he avoids touching others or being touched. It was a thing that developed over time. Bad things happen when he's around people, so the less contact means the less that can happen, but it wasn't a conscious decision. "Ah...yes. Did you?" He's still blushing a bit at this point.

"Well enough. I slept hard." He smiles, then he leans down. His hair curls on the bed around him as he bends over and plants a gentle kiss on Vincent's cheeks. Even his lips are soft. "That's to wake you up. Are you ready to go?"

Vincent blinks a bit...he's never heard anyone give that answer before. He squeaks, blushing more at the kiss. That definitely helped with the waking up process...to say the least. "Y-yeah, lets go." He's a bit embarrassed now. He's just nowhere near as open as Liethell is. That much is obvious now.

"Good." He smiles and stands up. He bends over to scoop his clothes and things into a bag, and he rolls up the sleeping bag the moment Vincent is out of it. He smiles the whole time. "Haven't you ever had relatives kiss you on both cheeks before? You act like nobody's touched you in a long time."

Vincent gets up, watching the other a bit. He just shakes his head. "No. I didn't grow up around them. I got to go into the system fairly early." He says simply. And there was always many more children than adults...so while he wasn't treated badly, there wasn't always a ton of affection. "And I try to avoid that." The touching thing.

"The system..?" He regards him with a curious look. It takes a moment for understanding to fill his eyes. "The system, I see. Would you rather I not touch you? You didn't seem to mind it, so I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.."

"Yeah....the system." Vincent can't think of another word for it at the moment because more than just orphans are involved. "Ah....it's alright...I...don't mind..." It just makes him a bit anxious because he does know that his magic isn't under control. Being around people makes him anxious unless he's distracted by...say....wanting to find out about a rumor or something. But hopefully Liethell can deal with it a bit better...if he can't control it by the next time it rears its head.

"Alright." He begins to relax and smile again. Thank goodness he hadn't done anything wrong. He wraps his arm around Vincent again and leads him downstairs and back out the door they came in.

A layer of frost covers the grass and the mid-morning sun is working on melting it quickly before the clouds around her cover her up. Liethell seems to glow with happiness in response to the sunshine on his skin. He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sing-song hum. "I think there's a Micky-D's around the block. Will you tell me a little about your magic on the way? What does it feel like, what happens when you use it?"

Yes, Vincent isn't used to people being as touchy with him as the other is, but he doesn't hate it. He's just afraid of some what ifs involving his magic. He leans into the other a bit, without thinking or realizing.

He just shakes his head, smiling a bit as the other seems so happy at the moment. "Um...okay then." He can't really tell him what it feels like to tell the truth because he immediately panics and runs. He's afraid of what will happen. He didn't mean to hurt anyone, yet it happened. "I've never meant to use it..." He feels the need to mention that one. He has hurt people before and he definitely isn't proud of that. He talks about various times. Most of the time, whoever or whatever he percieved as a threat wasn't touching him and so they were kind...pushed away? He doesn't know how to explain it but he tries. But the times he felt threatened and was touched? The person probably got to experience something akin to sticking a fork in an electrical socket.

(If something I say breaks your idea of magic, let me know. Because I'm me and I'll break it by accident XD He's a telekenetic pikachu apparently. I tend to come up with things as I go so it'll probably sound a lot more stupid to you than it did to me XD)

(No no! I left it wide open for you to make your own version of magic! I think there might need to be some bending on both our parts to have it work once in a blue moon, but for the most part, go where you want with it!)

"Hmm.." He hums and nods to himself. He considers his thoughts as if he's some wise old man, though he looks ridiculously young to be acting that way. When he's finished, he smiles and speaks again. "It sounds perfectly normal. Like electricity. Don't be ashamed of it Vincent, your powers just need some practise. Maybe I should tell you about how I was when I first got mine?" He grins and rubs his back. "If you want to hear the story, that is, it can get pretty lengthy!"

Vincent doesn't like talking about it really, but there's an obvious reason behind that. He's hurt people and he's against doing that to say the least. Especially when he doesn't mean to. He snorts a bit as he watches the other, unable to help it really. Well, really, deep down, he's probably not ashamed of the magic itself, but how he/it/whatever acts out when he's in danger. Which is better than him being dead though. He nods a bit. He looks over at the other, tilting his head a bit. "Believe me, I've got plenty of time for a story." Does it look like he's going anywhere? And he can't help but be a bit/very curious.

(Some people have certain things in mind when they think magic...and I do too sometimes...I mean usually I think of Dragon Age or Final Fantasy when I think magic, but...this modern....most of those aren't as modern XD But more accepting of magic.)

(That's still pretty cool! I never played those games before though. My idea of magic comes from an old rp group I used to be in. If you think you can't work with a particular aspect of the rp and the way I think of magic, just tell me!)

Liethell beams. This young man is showing so much interest in him and his story, it makes him swell with a sort of joy. It helps he's attractive too.
"Well," He starts off, leaning a little on Vincent, "I was still just a kid, really. I was nineteen, but I was a kid. I didn't know how to control my powers, and it would take me a while to learn. My powers are based off healing, so I never truly hurt anyone. Not permanently anyways. I did hurt myself a lot. I wouldn't have this scar," He pats his chest and stomach, "If I didn't have the boneheaded idea to try and heal it all by myself. I also used to have a very bad habit of glowing at bad times. I disrupted a movie in a theater that way, once. I was humiliated." He laughs at his folly, a distant look in his eyes. His face carries a kind of sadness on it.

"At some point, I got the hang of healing, but I didn't know how to control myself. I didn't know how powerful my light could be. I blinded myself over a period of months. It was slow and terrifying, I didn't know what to do. I had vision all my life and to suddenly have to learn to live without it? That's a fear that no man should have to face.

"I'm much better about it now. But I can't heal my eyes, They've been busted for so long. I'm so glad to know my powers can help me work around it..." He begins to stare off in some spot in the distance. His ramble seems to be over, for now...

Vincent smiles a but, the smile is infectious. After a bit, he hesitantly wraps an aem around Liethell. He listens to the story. "Well...how bad was it?" The scar makes it look like it was a pretty bad wound to him. Maybe a deadly one if it wasn't dealt with quickly enough. He wouldn't want Liethell to be dead because of that. Scarred is always better than dead. He can't help but giggle at the idea of the other glowing at the movie theater. "That would have been an interesting one to try and explain away." He frowns a bit as the story continues. "You didn't have anyone to help you..." He doesn't like that idea, especially in combination with the going blind part. "Well...at least you learned how to work around it?" Instead of giving up like other people do sometimes.

(Well, I'm not using any thing's magic in particular at the moment :3)