He laughs nervously a bit before leading Vincent to his room, "Well, the police and rangers said they never wanted to try that again even if none of their men obtained severe injuries." Walking into his room he tosses his bag onto the bed, then kicks off his shoes and sticks them under the foot of the bed. "Thanks, and if you want to take you're shoes off you can, or if you want slippers or something I can get some. Just since we normally carry sizes worn in our family I have no idea if we have your size in slippers."

When entering, to the right of the door was his desk and a couple books shelves filled with books about math and music. Some ranged from composition and playing styles for different kinds of instruments to historical figures in music. Opposite the door the entire wall is a glass window looking over the woods and mountains behind them. In the distance behind the trees there's a sliver of lake glittering in the light. Off to the left is Don's bed with a small walk in closet, which Don walks over to and pulls out a pair of slippers for himself. The inside is lined with fluffy fleece that's noticeable as he slips his feet into the slippers.

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Vincent kind of chuckles a bit before walking into the room. He's immediately, once he sees it, distracted by the view outside the window. It's an awesome view to say the least so he's going to stare out the window for awhile. "Eh....I'll keep my shoes on....if you don't mind." Some people don't want people tracking dirt everywhere and he understands that. Then after a bit, he goes to be nosy about Don's books and all. "Most of my books are textbooks or fiction." He says after seeing what kind of books he has.

Don can't help but grin when he notices Vincent's reaction to the view, he then follows him over to the books.

"Oh, these are just my personal study books, some of which was from when I was a kid. I have some in boxes in my closet right now that I also need a shelf for them too like my text books. I actually read a lot of fantasy books to be honest, with some future based science fictions. By the way, I made the desk and the bookcases in this room, took a couple tries to get them right but if you look here and here you can see where I used wood putty on the desk to nail it together right after nailing it wrong." He indicates the two locations he means, small little splotches that are not noticeable from a distance.

"Anyways, want to check out the music room? It's just a bit further down the hall." The garage door opening and then closing indicates someone coming home, with the clicking of heels soon following.

"Donnie! I'm home! Did you start anything for dinner yet? And have you feed the girls?"

"No mom, not yet, I'll get to it in a sec!"

"I'll get started with the food then and you can feed Wolfie and Bobbie then."

"I can at least try to help you if you need it." Vincent is talking about making the shelves. He's one of the few people who wants to learn a bit about everything. He wouldn't want to put a house together, but making basic shelving and stuff? That would be nice. Maybe then he could make some furniture for his place. "I don't have many books, I just go to the library since I don't have the room for things. "Really? And if you did nail it wrong, well, it's standing and working now so that's all that matters."

"Mmm...yeah." It would be nice to play a bit of guitar again. He tilts his head a bit when he hears the clicking. "Ah okay. I can do that."

"You can head on down to the music room, I'll go feed the girls and let my mom know that we have company over. She'll probably be excited because I haven't brought anyone over since high school." Leaving the room he heads downstairs and into the kitchen where his mom is boiling some water to cook some vegetables up and is pulling chicken out of the fridge.

"Mom, I have a friend over from college so we're going to have to make for one more person." He goes into the fridge to get out some steaks and raw vegetables while his mom stares at him a moment.

"Oh Donnie! You finally made yourself a new friend! I'll take care of making dinner, just feed the girls, okay?"

Vincent nods and chuckles a bit. "I would usually go over other people's houses." He says simply. It was easier that way....with some foster homes, there really wasn't room for a quest to come over. At least that's how he saw it at least. He just heads to the music room to look around. He doesn't want to touch anything yet...musical things are expensive unless you get really lucky on buying it or something.

After he finishes getting the dogs' food ready he takes it to the back yard and sets it down for them, standing there to make sure Wolfie didn't take Bobbie's food like she would if no one watched them. Once the finishes he takes their dishes and cleans them off, then heads back upstairs.

"Mom said she'd just cook everything, and my dad has a show in town so he won't be having dinner here. It will just be the three of us, I hope you don't mind." Don leans against the door frame for the room, waiting for Vincent's response.

Vincent is just being his basic nosy, looking at everything that isn't in a drawer or something. He's just curious...and maybe a bit amazed too at the things. He just smiles at Don when he comes back. "Yeah, that's perfectly fine. You sure she doesn't want any help or anything?" He'll try to help at least.

"Believe me, when my mom says she's going to do something she'll do everything in her power to do it. Trying to help her would only end up with her glaring at us. She's just excited that I have someone over since I haven't hand friends or anything here in a long while." Walking over to the piano he strokes the cover to the keys, debating whether to play or not. "We have a spare practice guitar if you want to try it out, don't know the last time its been toned though. It's in that cabinet with a couple other guitars. Sometimes my dad's buddies will come over and get a 'spur of the moment' playing session going on. I think they just really like this room because it looks out over the woods like my room does."

Vincent chuckles a bit at Don's words about his mother. "Why haven't you? It can't be from lack of friends....plenty of complete dicks have tons of friends." He's assuming Don has some at least when those dicks have so many friends. He kind of perks up at the guitar bit before padding over to the cabinet to get it. "Well, it is a nice view so I can't blame them." He says simply. Once he has the guitar out, he plays the dueling banjo bit from Deliverance.

Don doesn't say anything to that and watches Vincent as he makes his way to the cabinet. He can't help but smile when Vincent plays the tune on the guitar. "Pretty good fro someone who hasn't played for a while, know any songs that includes the piano? If not I can just follow along with you." Hearing Vincent play was making him itchy to play himself, even more so because of the spur of the moment playing he had earlier that day.

Vincent is smiling himself, just happy to be around instruments and all again. "Ah...I can't think of anything at the moment that I know how to play..." He chuckles a bit sheepishly. "But then again, the only person I had to play with played the guitar too..." So he didn't think about songs like that. "And I'm not even sure what I want to play." He says tilting his head a bit as he tries to think of something that would go well with piano.

"Then just strum a tone, I'll do my best to go along with it." Sitting down on the bench he motions to a backed stool for Vincent to sit in and lifts the cover for the keys. He tests a couple keys, smiling when he sees that his parents still kept it tuned even though he hasn't played it in years. He listens to the tone that Vincent plays, memorizing the rhythm so that when Vincent starts the next verse he can join in.

"Um....okay then..." Vincent is a bit nervous, mostly because it's been so long...and from what Don has said, he can't match him. Anyway, he moves to the stool, sitting down before he starts playing a tune, though he's doing his best to stay away from the Deliverance/Dueling Banjos creepiness.

Listening to the playing for the first few verses, Don warms up his hands, stretching them to get them ready to play. When the verses start a third time Don begins playing, syncing the piano's melody to the sound of the guitar. He plays with Vincent for a while, the girls adding their howls from time to time to go with the song. When they finish playing Don lets out a relaxed sigh, as fit he could finally get some kind of weight off his chest.

"I was so surprised! I heard the piano and didn't think Don could be possibly be playing since its been so long, but you two played beautifully together!" Don's mother was standing there, her eyes glittering with unshed tears.

"Mom, who's watching the food?"

"...SHOOT!" She makes a made dash downstairs, amazingly not falling or tripping in her heels.

Vincent just plays, kind of watching Don, waiting for him to join in. He's almost thinking he won't before he finally does join in. He just smiles and keeps on playing, chuckling a bit when he hears the wolves/dogs howling along a bit. "We had vocal accompaniment." He says, chuckling a bit.

He kind of jumps and squeaks, not expecting Don's mother having not heard her sneaking up on them or anything. But then he starts laughing after Don brings up the food.

"Well, seems like everyone enjoyed that show." Don chuckles a bit, a little surprised that the dogs joined in, but not surprised about his mom's reaction. "And sorry about that, should have warned you that mom might do something like that. She can always tell when its me playing the piano, even as a kid. I guess its the feeling I put into playing, it just sounds different compared to everyone else. Do you want to try another song or do you want to do something else?" He plays his fingers along the keys, letting each note ring out strong and clear. As he played more and more his confidence in playing grows.

Vincent just smiles. "The dogs felt like singing tonight." He just likes that, apparently, the dogs enjoyed the show too. "It's alright....especially since I kind of did the same thing earlier." He says, chuckling a bit sheepishly as he thinks about how he just followed the music. "Well, if you want to play more I can." He doesn't mind either way, though he is happy to get to play the guitar a bit again. He missed it.

"Alright, then same as before, you play a couple verses and then I'll join in. It's just easier this way so that I can plan out how I'm going to follow along with you. And when my dad gets home later tonight, if you don't mind staying that late, maybe my dad can help you out with the guitar since you don't know many songs." He's hoping that Vincent can stay for a while after dinner, he's greatly enjoying Vincent's company, even more so getting to play together like this. He hopes that later in the future he can have more chances like this to preform with someone, even more so Vincent since he's getting really attached to him. Realizing this Don blushes a bit, not sure why he should be embarrassed.

Vincent nods a bit. "Alright then." He doesn't mind, they're having fun. "Well, that's up to you, as long as you haven't gotten tired of me by then or something." He says, laughing a bit. He tilts his head a bit when the other blushes. "Are you alright? Is it too warm in here or something?" Of course, it doesn't cross his mind that the other might be blushing for some reason.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine. And I don't mind you staying, I haven't had someone over in a long time, so its good to have someone to talk to about things since my parents are usually so busy. Mom had a meeting today so I was supposed to make dinner since she has a ton of work to do now, but with you coming over she's giving up that time for work so that we can hang out. I'll be washing dishes afterwards though because I'd feel bad if I didn't at least do that." Rubbing his hands together he gets ready for the next tune Vincent plays so he can follow along.

"Okay, if you're sure..." Vincent says, talking both about him being alright and Vincent staying. "Why haven't you had someone over. You got to have some friends..." Vincent doesn't really, but once the foster parents weren't getting any more money, they couldn't afford to let him stay anymore so he had to leave. He was expecting it though so it wasn't a shock. He frowns a bit. "I could've tried to cook at least." He kind of mumbles before starting another tune.

"...My friends from high school kind of drifted away from me. Less and less they wanted to hang out, and the more they were either working, spending time with their girlfriends or boyfriends and less they were interested in being around me. I guess I was the only one to not grow up after high school and still behave like I did back then. Then again most of my friends were the sons and daughters of large business owners, and had to prepare to take over the company. And my family's rule of thumb is that guests never cook or tend to the home, its considered rude in our family. Kind of an old tradition, but one I very much like to be honest." Listening to the tune, he waits until the third verse begins before joining in, much like before. The sound rings out clearly and creates an interesting harmony with their playing.

"Well, that sucks balls." Vincent says simply. "Even if that was the case...if I was in the same spot, I'd try to keep in contact a bit. Maybe not as much as before, but friends are important." Marriages can end, companies can fail, so friends are a bit important. "Yeah, but I don't mind helping...besides, I'm eating the food too." He feels like he should try to help a bit, but he isn't going to force it or anything.

Listening to the music their playing makes Don doesn't really answer. He kind of knows why they stopped staying in contact with him, because they no longer found it fun to be with him and his tendencies to picking fights with bullies would give the company they run a bad image as well.

"Don't say that to my mom, she'll have a fit if you try to help out. If it was just me I'd let you since you seem insistent about it, but my mom most assuredly would not let you."

Vincent isn't going to push it. They just met today, so he doesn't feel like it's right for him to do that...unless it looked like it was going to drive Don into something really bad like suicide or murder. Which he seems to be a long way away from that.

He laughs a bit. "In my house, we kind of all took turns, and if there was a guest? They helped, though usually nothing major, just small things while cooking, you know? Like could you get that bowl or something...." He shrugs a bit. "I always liked cooking when I got the chance...usually it was spaghetti. Drove everyone insane that I'd cook it so much." He chuckles a bit thinking about it. He has a thing for spaghetti.

"Do you make your own sauce or do you buy the stuff in the jar? My mom gets the stuff in the jar just because its quicker and easier to do than making one from scratch." He finishes the song with a final ringing key, a faint smile touching his lips.

"Boys! Dinner is ready! Hope no one is allergic to cheese, didn't think to ask before hand!" Don's mother shouts up the stairs to them. Closing up the piano Don then help's Vincent put the guitar away for the time being.

"Guess its time to go eat then." When they get downstairs to the kitchen Don's mom had put out a plate for each of them, containing baked chicken breasts, mac n' cheese and green beans.

"Don't hold back, dig in you two." A bright smile plays across her face, she takes the head seat while Don takes his seat to the one side of him mom, leaving the other for Vincent.

"Well, it depends. Right now, money says jar. It's cheaper. If it wasn't for that, I would, at least once in awhile, make it from scratch." Scratch is tastier, but takes longer and can be way more expensive.

"Psh, cheese is my one true love." He says to himself, snorting a bit as he goes to put up the guitar. His stomach gurgles a bit at the idea of food. He just follows Don down, sitting at the other spot. "This looks really good." He smiles a bit. It's been awhile since he's had a meal like this. He lives alone so it's not always economical to buy things like this. He just start munching on the food, happy.

"Thanks, I just figured I would have to spoil Don for bringing a friend over, mac 'n cheese was his favorite as a kid."

"Mom..." He looks down at his plate, blushing a bit from it.

"Oh nothing to be embarrassed about, you were a lot like other kids that age, wanting nothing more than your mac 'n cheese for dinner." Ignoring his mom now has she giggles at his reaction he just eats his food.

"Oh! I completely forgot to ask you your name! How rude of me! You obviously know my son and can figure out who I am, so I'm wondering who you are."

Vincent chuckles a bit. "It's still one of my favorites. It has cheese." He states simply. "If it had all the nutrients I needed, I would attempt to live off of it." And he is not joking. He sees nothing to be embarrassed about. Mac and cheese is delicious...no matter what a person's age is.

"Ah, I'm Vincent, nice to meet you?" He says, smiling a bit. "And I don't consider it rude, it just didn't come up until now."

"Vincent that name sounds familiar..." Don starts choking on his food, "Don honey, you okay?" Getting up she smacks his back a few times.

"Yeah mom, I'm fine" He says hoarsely to her, "Just went down the wrong pipe." Nodding her head she goes back to her seat.

"Oh! That's where I've seen your name from! You're that Vincent! My son seems to like you a lot, I don't know what you did to make him interested in you." Smiling sweetly at Vincent she begins eating her food. Don avoiding looking at either of them, his cheeks a nice pink color.

Vincent tilts his head about at Don's mother's words. He does tense when Don starts choking. He halfway know the Heimlich if needed. "Be more careful? Don't want you to die from food." He says, looking a bit worried.

He just blinks a bit at her words. "What?" He kind of looks lost at this point, as he looks between the two. "What do you mean?" He has no clue what's going on at all.

Don avoids looking at Vincent while his mom looks at Vincent with surprise, "You mean he didn't tell you about the tuition? Huh, I thought you had done something to impress him or something about that. He didn't say anything about the payment? He-"

"Tastes like you used lemon pepper for the chicken, its really good mom. It also tastes like you might have added some garlic to it." His mother glances at him, knowing he's doing that on purpose.

"Use, I have a stuffer I used to add in some garlic, and there's bis of garlic in the mac 'n cheese as well. It was one of the tricks I used to get you to eat your veggies when you were little."

Vincent just looks between the two, looking oh so very confused. "What about tuition?" He feels even more lost if that is possible right now. "Payment?"

He frowns a bit when the topic is changed and he doesn't know what was going on at the moment. He doesn't like being left out of the loop, especially when it involves him and everything. He eats some, more just looking at Don. He will demand answers sooner or later.

Finishing his dinner Don takes his plate to the sink and washes it, then plates it in the rack to dry. His mom watchers him the whole time from the corner of her eyes, a bemused smile on her face. Finishing her meal she also takes her plate over to wash it, "Just let me know if you two get hungry later, I have some snacks you can have in the pantry." With that she leaves them both and heads to her room to do some work.

Don looks nervously over at Vincent, getting the feeling that he's going to be asking him questions now. Questions he wasn't certain he'd have answer for based on his spur of the moment actions.

Vincent finishes his off and goes over to the sink doing the same. He just nods a bit at his mother's words. "Okay, bye." Though she's not really going anywhere. He just looks over at Don, frowning a bit. "So, when were you going to tell me about this tuition thing or whatever? What's that all about?" He asks, crossing his arms. He'll give Don a chance to explain at least.

Fidgeting nervously Don tries to figure out the best way to put this without upseting Vincent, not after he just started being friends with him. Sighing he finally gives up, "Honestly I wasn't planning on telling you, because it just seemed awkward to me to even bring it up. Though obviously my mom recognized you or else she wouldn't have said anything." He avoids looking at Don, feeling like a kid caught in the candy store without their parent's permission. "You don't need to worry about you're tuition anymore, it's been...handled so to say...I really don't want to say anymore because I get the feeling you won't like what you'll hear..."

Vincent just watches him fidget, not saying anything at the moment. He's not going to help since he doesn't know what's going on either. He tilts his head as Don talks, listening to him. He narrows his eyes a bit at him. "Handled? What do you mean handled?" He really doesn't like the idea of people pitying him or owing anyone either. He can do it on his own.

Sighing, Don runs his fingers through his hair, "And this was the reason why I didn't want to say anything...You don't owe anything on your tuition. Can we just leave it at that, please? I can tell you're upset and I'd rather not see you upset about it...I'm getting even more nervous because of you getting upset..." Turning away he begins putting his dad's share on a plate to cover and put in the fridge in case the show gets done early for a change.

"No. No we can't." Vincent's stubborn side is coming out to play. "Why don't I owe anything?" Even schools have to balance the books. It's not like what he owes can just disappear into never never land or something. "I'm upset because I have no clue on what's going on and I hate feeling like that." He hates feeling like he has no control...especially since now he should have some control.