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"twenty questions sounds like fun but I think I'd rather guess..." Icarus' eyes moved back to Armand's face. "Well then the only thing I can think of at the moment would be a vampire." He paused and thought for awhile. "Can I atleast move around my Apartment?" the boy asked that since the man had said he'd have to stay put for awhile and since that didn't sit well with Icarus he atleast felt like he should be able to get around his aparyment. There was no danger in that...Unless some one broke in and tried to kill him but that part didn't really cross his mind.

Icarus watched as Armand got up and headed for the kitchen. "I can sit still but not for long." He replied to the vampire. "What are you doing in the kitchen?" the boy asked staring at the entry way or what he could see of it over the back of the couch.
The boy wasn't really shocked that he was correct because he wouldn't argue with something if the proof was right in front of him so he just sat there and listened to the silence and the beating of his own heart.

Armand looked around, carefully opening a cupborad and peering into it. A cobweb? Oh-kay. That was strange. He shut it and opened the fridge. The scent of food whafted out at him and he closed his eyes in disgust, not bothering to answer the human. He closed the fridge with a c***k and padded back to the table, then looked aimlessly around. There was nothing of interest there, but the vampire found a newspaper. He took it up, flipping through it as he backed away from the sunlight into the shade of the doorway. Russia's cold front - the lakes froze overnight. Aremican dollar went up, British pound came down. He folded up the paper and tossed it back onto the table before looking over at Icarus.
"There's never any good news now is there?"
Such a human quote! And now he was acting as if he hadn't said anything about being undead. Acting as a human as he normally did out on the streets. Armand didn't think he would be able to act like himself around Icarus for at least another day. He had a wonderful suspicion that he wasn't totally accepted and he wanted to make sure he was right.

The Achyls crossed over to the couch, seating himself opposite the boy and throwing his arm casually over the back. He crossed his legs at the knees, looking at Icarus as if he was a mutated fish.
"I didn't see the sense in what you just said. . . "
He was trying to figure out why the boy as talking to himself. And about pasta.
"Alferdo?"
Although he didn't eat, Armand took a guess at what he was talking about. He had been a waiter when he was 67 and had learnt a bit of preparation of food. Those classes had been boring! No relevence to his life.
"You're hungry I take it."

"I don't know. I don't eat."
He blinked. That made a bit more sense. TVs weren't a neccessity, and as far as Armand was concerned he didn't need one either. He had ways of getting information so he didn't have to be on top of everything everywhere. Just the 'here and now' was fine. Crimson eyes grew half lidded as he stared at Icarus who was now naming colours. Of what, he didn't know.
"If your that bored, go do something. Or do you need help getting to where ever it is." He made it clear in his tone that he was not used to helping people out, so to no push the so far widely spread limits.

Armand raise his eyebrow, a small smile playing over his mouth. The boy had wits and deep thinking. Usually most human would look at the vampire strangely when he said that, thinking that eating meant their food. He watched the boy stand, slowly standing to follow him when he stumbled. He was waiting for Icarus to drop down, unable to continue, but it looked as if he was dealing with it in a painful but excellent way. Walking even. He took up his top hat as he kept an eye on his find. He dusted off the black hat, putting it on the side table before striding over to the boy.

The vampire stood at the door, catching only a glimpse of what Icarus was doing. It seemed he was addig more colour to the painting. I thought I was just a snowy background. Appeantly not. He was merely curious about what the painting looked like but not enough to walk over. He would rather stand in the doorway, out of the sun, and try to guess. He could hear the slightly up beat of the other male's heart, wondering why he didn't ask for help he he was in so much pain. Shaking his head and smiling at the stubornness showing though again, he knew why he had picked this human for his feeding bag. He was the right ying and yang to what Armand had been looking for. His crimson gaze softened with his smile and he looked almost childish.

((Theseare what the painting kinda looks like: [1] [3]))
The brush moved across the horizan, making it seem as if the sun was just starting to come up. Icarus never took his eyes off the painting even when he put the brush down. He smiled. The painting was done and now all he had to do was put it up on the wall somewhere. He looked around and found a spot on the wall that was the emptiest.
Getting up he picked up a nail from a tray on the stand and went over to the wall. He put the nail tip to the wall and reached down, he grabbed a hammer and hammered the nail into the wall. The boy went to the canvas and picked it up, he carried it over to the wall and placed it on the nail.
Icarus looked around before stepping back from the picture and staggering towards the closet. He opened the closet and Got out a black bag that had a rectangular shape in it. Going to the stand he took the painting out of the plastic bag and placed it on the stand. The unfinished painting had a group of people but what they surrounded was blank.

((Sorry it took so long, I was called out to do chores))