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Fate watched Lady B walk off with the other employee then he looked down at the counter. Im never going to be able to talk with her.

Fate wandered away from the others. His curiousity was too strong to sit still. He went over to the office and then put his ear against the door. He wanted to hear more about what was going on in the place.

((Sorry about before, I left about 30 mins before that for school.. But yes, I was refering to you.))

When the boy had walked away he sighed disappointedly before smiling tiredly at Mizi and Devon. "Oh well, guess he had other things to take care of." He went over and hugged Mizi, resting his head against the others in a slightly tired motion. "Was I interrupting something?" He asked after he finished hugging him and stepped back twirling a strand around his finger thoughtfully.

With the last of the people filing out of the closing cafe, Slaine released a deep breath. He was glad the place was empty of customers now.. except for upstairs, that is. He would never go up there in the late hours if it could be helped. To see some of the buyers coming in and out or picking out the boys he often associated with was disturbing. Not to mention, he didn't like getting mistook as a product. Going into one of the backrooms, the one where he kept most of his clothes, he changed into a pair of black pajama pants with a pink, angry looking cat on them and stripped off his shirt. He also took up his favorite blanket, folded right up with his clothes, and wrapped it around his waist, tucking it in the side hems of his pants so it'd stay.

Mizi froze for a moment. He hadn't mentioned this particular client to the other prostitute, but perhaps Devon could read him easily. "Oh! I-um, he's.." the brunette was searching for a tactful way to describe his client, "He's just a bit too rough and it... it unnerves me." Mizi hoped Devon wouldn't look too far into his statement, but knowing the other boy-- he probably would. Rather than risk his friend feeling like he had to look out for Mizi, the mixer quickly added, "I'm fine, Dev. Don't worry about me."
Mizi's violet eyes willingly turned to see the new arrival. "Oh, dear! The hall is no place to sit!" he smiled. Pulling out milk, chocolate syrup, and a mug, the mixer set them on the counter. "Is hot choc--" he began but stopped as Fey wrapped his arms around him. Mizi's sweet smile widened, "It's good to see you, too." The brunette was very pleased that someone was in a great mood, but his eyebrow twitched slightly in pain. Mr. Itaiku's rough handling of the boy rendered his frame quite tender to the touch. Not faltering once with his smile, Mizi continued, "You weren't interrupting a thing and is hot chocolate okay?"

Fey gave Mizi a slightly knowing, caring look and nodded. "If it's made by you Mizi it's probably the best I've had." He said taking the hot chocolate and sipping it, listening to the conversation. Three weeks with no business, for he did not dare do it on the streets, left his body a little prepared and clients unsatisfied. It just meant that the first one to have him would probably enjoy him all the more...

He was pleased that Mizi hadn't seen any of his saddness, for he still missed his mother dearly, she had only been in her late 30's... It really wasn't fair.... He quickly took a gulp on the chocolate, to distract him from the thoughts and remind him that he was home.

At least half dressed, Slaine left the little room to find some company. Or at least a group to listen to. He didn't necessarily have to be among people, talking with them to feel satisfied. As long as he could hear their voices and know someone was around, he was alright. He silently found his way to the kitchen(is that where Mizi, Devon and such are? Where they are, he's gone there xP), setting himself on a small couch along one side of the wall. He brought a knee up to his chest, wrapping his arms about it securingly while listening to the others. He wasn't really hanging on every word they spoke, no. Just hearing them as a comforting background.

Slaine turned his eyes in time to notice Mizi take off for the other room. He seemed in a hurry, he noticed.. Or was trying to avoid something? It could have been a number of things really, but one to surface in his mind was that the reason he fled was because he occupied the room. Asking himself and thinking back to remember if he had done anything to upset Mizi this day or any previous days, he could think of nothing. Maybe Mizi just didn't want him to have heard any of their conversation.. More rather pessimistic thoughts ran through his head as he stood with a sigh. 'Maybe I should just go to bed early to stay out of everyone's way,' he told himself, making his way to his room. He normally just slept on the couch, but he was still within hearing distance of some people. Didn't want to make anyone else upset by listening.

Noticing his door had already been opened, he rose a brow but stepped up to the room anyway.. "Mizi," Slaine said, surprised. "What, uhm.. What are you doing in here?"