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"Fighting bad guys," the man said in a matter of fact voice, drawing himself up as if he were a proud father informing his children just how exactly the monster under their bed was defeated. His little glory moment only lasted so long however when he noticed a tug upon his parasol. Blinking those golden hues, he turned to look at Crystal, stubbornly refusing to give up his comfort item.

Not that she could possibly know how very much the man relied upon the parasol even when he wasn't in the glare of the sun. Something about it made him feel calmer when he was out during the day, like a child with their favorite stuffed animal in the middle of the night. The parasol would also keep him from having to do just what she was attempting to remove it for. Shaking hands was not Qadir's favorite past time and he actually avoided it when he could.

"You know Degas, if you'd like to meet the owner of the museum with us you're more than welcome to. It's not really a meeting, more of a little lunch to talk about where my pieces are headed and what exhibit they'll be representing. I'll be getting free tickets to many of the musuems they're going to and you're welcome to those tickets if you'd like. Most museums are closed during the dark anyway, and I've got more than enough junk at my place to turn it into my own museum!"

The child bit his lip at the tempting offer. He liked the museum very much and culture was a terrible addiction of his. Despite his hesitation and worry it didn't take more then a moment for him to reply. "Sure! I'd love to come then!" He winced a little a little surprised at the amount of enthusiasm in his voice.

Crystal had enough sense not to look disgruntled at being pushed away, giving only another shake of her head, curled loops of hair bouncing around her shoulders. Offering an apologetic smile at Degas, she lamented, "I'm afraid I'm not quite a fit prize for such amazing company, but I shall do my best for you." She tilted her head, the smile turning warmer on her porcelain features. In truth, she knew Qadir's reasoning, but she'd still heckle him just a little. Steel-blue eyes only for the boy, she literally scuffed her toe and asked, "If you would honor me so, Degas?"

She extended a shy hand towards the green-haired boy, looking for all the world a young woman going on her first date, ducking her face and smiling out of the corner of her eyes. Crystal liked the mature boy, even if she felt a twinge of sadness that he was losing his childhood in his rush to be an adult, much as she had. They had a bit in common, the flower girl and the scent, and she hadn't wanted him to feel unwated. It was not a feeling she coveted herself.

The man only smiled as he watched the two before he gently gave them both a prod to continue. Their meeting was just at the end of the hall, and really nothing to be so formal about. Surprisingly, when the woman and child arrived with Qadir, the owner of the museum greated them as Qadir's wife and child. With a nervous laugh and a shake of his head, the vampire quickly corrected the other, introducing Crystal and Degas as good friends of him, even mentioning the boy's talent at art.

Lunch was an uneventful experience really, the beginning especially boring but at least quick as they discussed the donations. Then the conversation turned to Crystal, asking about what she did for a living and also questioning Degas about his art. Qadir disappeared into the background of the conversation, something he didn't mind at all for to his intense dislike there was an open window, uncovered and just pouring sunshine into the room. Qadir avoided getting right into the sunbeams, but the whole room seemed to reflect and glow as the pale coloured walls did little to keep the room vampire-welcoming.

Degas seemed lost in thought after taking the hand of Qadir's lady and indeed the child had retracted himself some being in the presence of three adults who were awkardly gathered together for this meeting. The scent's breeding and life was hardly of any circumstance which made his presence 'odd' in most respects. He introduced himself politely by name but knew it meant little difference to the Owner who didn't know him yet. The scent worried about what kind of presence he gave to his audience and stared at his shoes.

The flower girl was more than a little surprised to see the vampire losing his cool, but given the situation, she really shouldn't have been. Listening to him rattle off the reasons she shouldn't accompany him home (and thus giving all the more reason that she should), she turned her steel gaze to Degas, looking him solemnly in the eye and addressing him as though she would Kyoko or May. "Degas, darling, I hope you wont think ill of me for leaving so suddenly on our ideal date." There was a soft curve to her smile that suggested she was, in fact, sad to leave him this way. "You know...Qadir, how stubborn he is. I can't let him just waltz down the street in his condition."

Crystal looked over her shoulder towards the vampire's quickly retreating back before shifting her attention once more to Degas. "If there's anything I can do, be it admire your artwork or chat the day away, please come visit my work. I'd like to see you again; it was nice to meet you...formally." She leaned down and gave the boy a sweet little kiss on his cheek before giving a friendly wave, starting off after Qadir at a brisk pace, curls bouncing in her wake.

Really, even the day time would never be the same for her again!