Kian lie on the bed, reaching his arms up, curling his toes as he stretched as Altais removed himself from the plush confines of the four poster bed. The boy rolled over, listening to Altais, wincing when he called him "Young Master." Maybe he should say something about it, instead of just getting annoyed each time he heard it. It wasn't Altais' fault that he had no idea how Kian felt about such...formality. Simplicity... Kian loved simplicity.
He leaned over to look past Altais' form, looking out at the storm clouds, a small smile played at his lips at the overcast weather. He'd rather it rain every day than the sun come out and shine all its happiness all over. Kian wasn't exactly a droll, bitter person, he was more, morose and unusual. He preferred the sanctuary of clouds over sun beaming down upon his skin. Plus, he enjoyed the soft pitter-patter of rain.
"The robe's are too big. I'd rather just wait in your bed-clothing." He dug himself back into the blankets, cocooning as he did so so that only his blue hair and face was to be seen. "Good luck ever getting me out of this bed..." Though, that wasn't entirely true. Kian had a short attention span, it was probably one of the worst things about him when it came to the long list of bad things about him... He was well aware he had quite a long list. He'd soon grow bored of lying in a bed, despite how comfortable. Kian wasn't very fond of over-sleeping anyway, it often made him sick.
As Altais slipped out of the room though, Kian grumbled, pushing his face into a pillow and smelling a scent unlike his own. He inhaled again, figuring it was the demon's scent. At least it didn't smell like brimstone, or sulfur. Then again, did he really expect demons to smell like the bowls of Hell? Or was that just him being cheeky? Sometimes he even couldn't decide.
Begrudgingly, he uncoiled the blankets from around him, and made his way out to the sitting room, scanning over some of the breakfast foods, opting to stay away from the meat and focused more on the fruit. He wasn't too big on eating meat every second he got anyway. It somehow managed to give him headaches. Though, most things ended up giving him headaches...
He sat at the table, looking out the window as the black clouds swirled lazily in the sky, threatening their power, but not quite ready to use it. Kian looked over to Altais, his blue eyes sparking with some kind of underlying thought process. "How old are you? Do you like being a demon? Were you always one?" he asked as he chewed. Curiosity, was probably another thing on the list of bad about Kian, though he actually enjoyed his questions usually, even if others didn't. He rather found it amusing when others got aggravated with his onslaught of questions...
Kian enjoyed pushing people. He liked to find their weaknesses, what makes them tick, laugh, cry, wince... He liked to explore all the realms within the individual mind, seeing its clockwork, knowing its functions... He enjoyed having that kind of...power. While he was certainly weak in frame, he was a sharpened sword when it came to the mind. Though, these questions were harmless, simple ones to just better understand the other, and to find common ground, if even possible.