"Well, let's see, My birthday was a few months ago, so I'm about eighty-three now. Might be eighty four. You lose track after a while." He laughs, and the non-wrinkly, perfectly active, young-looking man who just told him he was eighty three and plants a kiss on Vincent's forehead, "You ready to go sparky?"

Vincent just stares...and then stares...and then stares some more at Liet. "What?" He finally squeaks out. His brain just cannot reconcile with what he's seeing and the age that what just said. It makes no sense to him. He makes a strange noise as his brain breaks. "Don't call me that." He kind of mumbles.

"Okay, okay." He laughs and links arms with Vincent, leading him out of the warehouse. "One of the benefits of magic is that some of us, but not all of us, have very long lifespans. Thankfully, I got lucky. I heal automatically, so I don't age very much at all. I still look just like I did when I was nineteen." He beams, so incredibly proud of being an old man in a young man's body...

Vincent's brain is still kind of broken at this point. "I don't know if I'd want a lifespan as long as yours will probably end up being." He says softly. He's learned from history that everything tends to repeat itself and it would probably drive him insane. He smiles a bit, shaking his head at Liet being proud of his looks and all.

"Trust me. You probably don't." He rubs his upper back, "Thankfully, indefinite lifespans are relatively rare. Not unheard of, but not a common thing. I've outlived plenty of friends and lovers. A lot of people never come to terms with their age. Not to mention--technology moves way too fast these days." He laughs, "Oh, you should've seen me struggle with those fancy little touch tablets. I'm sure I was an embarrassment to behold!" He speaks, but there's a softness in his eyes that wasn't there before. His problems may extend beyond being technologically incompetent...

Vincent wasn't trying to be mean or anything as he said that. He was just stating what he thought. He kind of makes an unhappy noise. "Sorry for bringing that up..." He says softly. He really wished he had thought of that before he said all that. It makes him feel bad that he brought it up. He can't help but giggle as Liet talks about electronics. "I've seen people who grew up with technology be horrible at those things." He just tilts his head a bit seeing that look, but not knowing what to say about it though.

"Huh?" He glances over at him,as if just noticing him. "Oh, no! Don't apologize. It's not really a sore subject or anything." He begins to smile again. "After all, I'll get used to the touch tablets. I just hope they don't come out with anything fancier than that for a few years..."

Vincent tilts his head a bit, kind of confused, but he just goes with it at this point. He snorts a bit when he brings up the tablets and all. "They will. It's how technology is. Doesn't mean people will buy it immediately or anything though..." It might be awhile before it catches on and all.

"I hope so. It's difficult. Imagine going from typewriters to voice recognition software! Thank god my mind isn't the first thing to go. Hey, could you look at me for a second Vincent?" He turns to glance at him. His clouded eyes seem to sparkle...

Vincent can't help but laugh a bit at his words. "I used a typewriter once or twice in my life....but that's about it. After that it was computers." Which he's kind of glad of to tell the truth. "Huh? What for?" Though he's already looking at him as he says it.

Liethell smiles at his face. It's so sweet and caring. He leans in close and presses a kiss to his lips, a tender and gentle one, as if kissing flower petals. This, in contrast to the much more playful kisses from before.

(D'aaaaw :3 His brain ignores him sometimes XD Or ignores his objections at least XD)

Vincent tilts his head a bit, wondering where this suddenly came from, not that he minds. He stills squeaks at the kiss, surprised by it. It makes him feel a bit different than the others, though he still has the same reaction of blushing. After a moment though, his brain decides to try and return the kiss.

Aww >u> Adorable~)

They're close together for a moment that feels much longer than a moment. When he releases Vincent from the kiss, he's smiling again, "A reward for all your hard work." He explains.

Vincent is bright red by the time Liethell pulls away. He looks away a bit, embarrassed a bit...mainly because of how much he's blushing now. "Ah....okay then..." For some reason that hurts him a bit....he doesn't see a kiss as a reward or a treat or whatever.

"You are too cute!" He beams, entirely unaware of poor Vincent's pain. "I could just eat you right up, you know. When I said I don't meet cuties like you often, I really did mean it." He beams and walks with his arm around Vincent's waist. He gives him a squeeze.

To Vincent, a kiss means a little bit more than that at least. He's not going to bring up how he feels, there's no point in it at this point when he doesn't even know why it hurts when the others didn't. He leans into him a bit, not fully thinking about it. He shakes his head a bit. "You're a strange one....but I think you already knew that."

"You're pretty strange too." He snickers, "You went to see a cross-dressing prostitute and didn't once question me when I told you about magic. You know, lots of people have a hard time getting over the fact that I have sex with men for a living, and here you and I are, walking the streets like we've known each other for years." He grins, but there's a salt of truth under his words. The older man has faced no small drama for being a prostitute before, and here Vincent is...not giving two rat tails. In his eyes, that's strange.

"Well, I didn't know you were a cross-dressing prostitute at that point for one thing. I didn't hear about that one." Vincent says, shrugging a bit. "And you aren't the first one I've seen." Go to a big enough city and they'll have any type of prostitute a person can imagine. He doesn't talk about the magic part because he knows that one is weird.

"True enough, but you stick around. I'm a hooker Vincent, most people don't stick around with hookers--and with good reason! Most are hooking to feed their drug addictions. They're parasitic! and yet here you are with me." He leans his head on Vincent's and does what he can to fix his poor, frizzled hair...

"If you're high...you're high off of life....or a lot of electricity. Not drugs." Vincent says simply. "And others are doing it because they're used to it and it makes money....sometimes for said drug habit." He says, shrugging a bit. "And I've never met anyone like you." Whether that's a good thing or not is a completely different story.

"Never met anyone like me, huh?" He grins, but this grin is different. This is the kind of grin that one would expect out of a troublemaker, not a wise old teacher. "Oh boy, you're going to have barrels of fun with me..."

Vincent eyeballs Liethell a bit seeing that grin. "I don't know if I like that look on your face." He says, a bit warily. "And I'm not sure about those barrels of fun either." All because of that look.

"Hey, don't worry about it." He's still grinning though, and that grin is the kind of grin that says he should probably devote some brainpower to worrying. "Nobody's going to get hurt, and we probably won't do anything illegal. Don't take my word for that second bit though. Tides change fast around here."

"You know, if you really want me to not worry about it, don't grin like that." Vincent says. The grin is just telling him to worry to say the least. He just looks over at Liet. "Illegal sounds like someone will get hurt..." Especially if they run into a cop or something. Then it's a guarantee.

"No.." He giggles, "Illegal doesn't always mean someone gets hurt. Pirating movies is illegal and nobody gets hurt. Nobody gets hurt when I bang a guy for money. Well, unless he's into that sort of thing." He giggles again. Vincent can see a nondescript silver car in the distance. There's a man that looks suspiciously like a lumberjack smoking a cigarette and leaning against the passenger door, and he watches them close. Liet steers Vincent toward it. "That's Harold, by the way. That's not his real name, but just call him Harold."

"It'll hurt if they throw you in jail for it." Yes, Vincent does know he's just being stubborn for the moment. He was going to be stubborn again but Liet's words make him stop and just stares at him a bit before shaking his head. He doesn't want to know to say the least. "Uh-huh....okay then..." Harold looks like he could break Vincent in half in his opinion.

Harold also looks as if he has the pent up anger issues to do it too. He pushes himself off the car and grinds his teeth on the cigarette in anger. Liet seems to either not notice, not care, or his blindness is kicking in. He waves at him, and Harold answers with a rough and rocky voice,
"What're you doin', bringing home another stray or is this one of your clients?"
"He's just a stray Harold. Meet Vincent" And Harold only gives him a deadly sort of glare to respond to while Liet ushers the younger man into the car.

Vincent just stays as close as possible to Liethell, a bit scared of Harold. He looks so angry and he has no clue why at this point. So Harold is scary. That simple. He makes a strange noise at the stray thing, somehow moving closer to Liet at the glare. He didn't do anything wrong, at least not yet. Why is he so angry already? He just looks away as he climbs into the car.

Liet scoots in after Vincent and offers him a bit of protection by wrapping his arms around him. Harold climbs into the driver's seat. There's someone in the passenger's seat too, a skinny looking woman with short, cropped hair. She's got skin darker than Liet's, but she's got hair redder than a fire truck. She's snoozing against the window, but she wakes up and keeps quiet as the car starts. The radio starts playing at a quiet mumble, a man speaking about an upcoming holiday charity drive somewhere uptown. There's an uncomfortable silence between the four of them, and Liet smiles and enjoys it all...

I hate to be the only one to have npcs. If you feel like throwing someone in, please do. I don't want to make you feel limited at all!)

Vincent just leans into Liet without a thought at the moment. He ends up watching the woman for a bit, wondering who she is, but a certain scary man is intimidating and so he doesn't ask for now at least. He just looks around a bit-it's obvious that he wants to say something. He's got nothing against silence...just uncomfortable ones. Like this one.

(I do more of adding characters XD If I add XD Sometimes my brain is like NOPE NOT HELPING YOU! .-.)

(I just wanted to make sure you didn't feel left out ;v; There's going to be a lot of npcs, since it is a mafia-esque organization)
"Something the matter, Vincent?" He leans on the younger man and strokes his hair. Harold shoots them both a grumpy glance, using the rearview mirror.

(I never felt left out :D Cause I am part of the rp XD)

Vincent leans into the touch. Used to, he wouldn't let people touch him too much, but Liet's touch is soothing to him. Though he does glance at the grumpy man. "Just....feeling a bit awkward..." And a bit scared of the driver, though he doesn't want to say that one outloud.

(good, good. <3 I'm glad. I hope it's an entertaining rp for you too?)

"It'll pass." He rubs up and down Vincent's side. His voice drops to a whisper, "Harold is pretty anti-gay. The nice lady next to him isn't. Her name is Trissie and she's married to Harold. I wouldn't suggest bothering her though, she usually works graveyard and she looks tired right now.." And as if on cue, Trissie yawns and leans against the car window again.

(<3 It is :D)

Vincent can't help but shiver a bit at his touch. "Why is he like that?" He whispers back. Harold isn't the first one he's met to say the least, but a lot that he has met...well, they keep it more to themselves most of the time. Which probably isn't good for the few times they do let it out. He just nods a bit about the graveyard shift and he being tired. He can understand perfectly how that is. For safety, sometimes he'd stay up at night and sleep during the day. Even if it wasn't safer, it felt safer.

"That's just the way people are. Some people are born and raised like that Vincent, and they believe that what they've been taught is right. You can't change someone who doesn't want to be changed, and since he never wanted to be changed, he never did." He shrugs, still smiling. "He keeps it to himself most times, so I wouldn't pester him about it if you ever got chummy with him."

Vincent listens to Liet, sighing a bit. He wishes people, in general, were more open, but they're not. And trying to force it will make everything worse and he knows it. "Well, that's good then." He says softly when Liet says Harold mostly keeps it to himself. "I've met some people who are...a bit more violent about it." Sometimes people are just mean, destroying property, and sometimes they hurt people instead. He hasn't been hurt, but Liet knows why.

"Yeah, I have too. I don't look it, but I have" He smiles as he continues to lean on him. "I come from eighty or so years back, remember? I've seen stuff, and not all of it involved poking a willie up a tailpipe." He grins.

"I'll be surprised if you ever look it." Vincent says simply, halfway wrapping an arm around Liet. But then, at Liet's wording, he just stares at him a bit. Did he really say what he thinks he said? After a moment, he bursts out laughing at it.

Liet meets his stare with a wild eyed grin. Yes, he said it, and some childish part of him is relishing the shock value of it. He laughs with Vincent, and the laughter earns a disgruntled sigh from Harold. He turns the radio up to cover up their conversation.

"I...hope you never actually died that." Vincent says, not really wanting to know either way to tell the truth. "And you're supposed to be like 80 years old....acting like a two year old." He sounds and look so serious before he starts giggling at least.