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Vincent nodded, looking up into the Djinn's now violet eyes. He took in the newer form. His face still looked the same, and his eyes, though a different color, had the same sparkle in them. He would have to get used to the shorter hair, though. And, it being dark purple. The God smiled softly, and looked down at his drenched clothes. "Can you at least help me out of these, so I can take a shower? I don't want to smell like a homeless drunk." he murmured, still slurring his words quite a bit. His eyes softened back to a dim blue, and he kissed Lucian gently.

"Hey! Whoa, I said you could live here, not set my house on fire. That's not fair." Vincent nearly whined, as his eyes flashed bright. He growled under his breath as Lucian helped him. Ugh, this is sticky. Why do you hate me... that stuff tasted good! he whined, in his head, scowling. After getting his shirt off, his slightly toned stomach was revealed. "Oh yeah, so fat, right?" he teased the Djinn, before standing up, wobbling a bit, and trying to keep himself steady. He spun his fingers around, replacing his slacks with a loosely tied towel around his waist. As much as he wanted Lucian to help him undress, he reeked of whiskey, and it was making him feel sick to his stomach. "If I can take a shower without projectile vomiting my soul onto these walls, you owe me a new liquor cabinet." he huffed, crossing his arms

"Can you at least clean my face if I do?" he whined, pouting a bit. Vincent huffed, stepping into the shower and adjusting the water. Okay, no. That's cold. What are you doing, that's Satan's breath on your skin! Okay, okay. There we go. He hated the settings on this stupid shower. He was way too drunk and getting way too frustrated. But finally, it was tolerable. Vincent quickly washed himself, making sure there wasn't any hint of alcohol on his skin. Man, that stuff was sticky. He looked down at his shaky hands, noticing deep gashes form down his left forearm. He blinked a few times, but they wouldn't go away. Wincing slightly in pain, he covered the gashes with his hand, and hummed casually. He cut the water off, and grabbed his towel, though it instantly was stained with blood when he began drying off. He changed into some comfortable wear, and made sure to have his arm covered with long sleeves. He could see it quickly seeping through the black sleeve, but he tried not to pay attention to them. The God simply picked up his drenched, dirty clothes and walked out, placing them in the washer. Don't think about it. It'll go away. This is normal, right? Everyone gets random huge cuts all over their arms. Perfectly fine. He walked over to Lucian, hugging him.

"I am not a baby.." Vincent whined, hugging him closer. He hadn't noticed the blood dripping down his fingers at this point. Vincent kissed the Djinn on top of his head, and looked at the wisps. He watched in awe as they danced around him, and turned back to face Lucian. He tilted his head, and sighed. He knew he would have to head back to Augustine later on tonight. But, it was only 3rd period. Surely, the school was fine for now. Besides, Luka had it under control. Though, he could just picture the Academy bursting into flames. Vincent's arm started to sting, and he flinched a little, before humming casually, hiding his want to shout in pain.

Vincent's eyes lit up, and he smiled softly. "You could.. But I'd much rather see you when I get home every night. I'd rather not have my students terrorized by your presence." he winked, locking eyes with the handsome Djinn. How was he going to explain to Vic or Folly that he was engaged to the Djinn that destroyed the entire Academy? Oh well. He could worry about that later. He held Lucian's face in his hand, and kissed him. "The wedding colors can not be teal. Do you understand?" he murmured, wrapping his hand up tighter in his other one.

Vincent rolled his eyes at the pouting Djinn. "Fine. Red is okay, but not a blood red. We're not vampires." he teased. Hm, a warm dinner every night? He would settle for that, as long as he was able to see him. "So I take it you're moving back in..? Which means we have to redecorate the house, again..?" he rolled his eyes again, playfully, and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. But I want a dog. Something has to protect you when I'm not here.." he glanced at Lucian. The Djinn would never let him have a dog. He threw a fit when he brought home a puppy. The God could just hear his pissed voice now. What do you mean, we have a pet?? I already have to feed, walk, and bathe you! Get this mutt out of my house!

"The alley puppies need love too!" he chuckled, relived that the Djinn finally agreed. He knew he would at least surprise him and update the kitchen. And maybe the back yard. Maybe. Vincent hugged him, and kissed his neck, biting it teasingly. "Of course, that just means you'll have to come with me, to pick one." he knew if he brought home any old dog, Lucian would chain it to the tree outside. He went to poke the Djinn's face, but quickly put his arm back down. "You know, I think I'm going to go change this shirt. I'm not really feeling it.." he lied, not wanting Lucian to notice the giant bloody mess on his forearm. He would be fine if he could just slip out of Lucian's grip.

"We are not getting a poodle. I want something that will protect you. Not a puffy, angry cloud." Vincent stated, but thought about a Husky for a moment. Well, it certainly was cold enough in the Realm. He wouldn't have to shave his fur very often. Plus, the black on their brow always made the puppies look angry for no reason. He'd get a husky, then. Vincent winced slightly at the thought of going shirtless. But, it would be more comfortable, and wouldn't be so tight around his arm.. which seemed to be pouring blood at the moment. He sighed softly, and nodded, lifting his arms up and pulling off the shirt. It was sticky, and got stuck on his horn for a second. He yanked it off, and realized his whole arm was smeared in blood. Can you just stop bleeding? God, it looks like you were stabbed! he tried wrapping his arms around his stomach, but that was no use. It was everywhere.