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Bornes slanted his mouth, running over the words in his mind.
'he said I loved you,' he thought to himself. No, that was a horrible way to put it. 'he said I was gay' No, that was even worse.

"Nevermind, it's unimportant." he shook his head.

His tail went to hug his other leg. "Please take me home now."

"He's very observant, that's all." he said softly. It wasn't a lie, it was just... Not what he had planned to say.

Bornes put his hands to the ground and pushed himself up on his feet. He wavered slightly but soon caught his balance in his personal infinite white expanse.

"Kaegan is an interesting name," he admitted. "Everyone affiliated with you has interesting names."

Bornes made slow work of the walk toward the abode, but once they finally got inside, he could see dimly again, and immediately sat on the bed, his tail laying lazily behind him as he looked toward Isiah.

He forced a chuckle at Isiah's predicament - he'd never even experienced a beard. He had stopped wishing he could grow one past sixteen. It was something that made him awkward, sure, having no facial hair. But it was something he was glad he didn't have to deal with. He liked his looks how he was now.
"Good luck not cutting yourself. I doubt razors made it through the apocalypse."

Bornes tilted his head slightly, watching Isiah. "My birth name is Quatre Bornes," he replied. "It's a two-part first name. Most americans shorten it to Quatre but I dislike that name, so I'll go by Bornes or just Q. Most people who hired me knew me as Q."

He skipped the razor question entirely, asking a question of Isiah instead. "What was your birth name, then, if you were renamed?"

"Ah," Bornes couldn't think of anything else to respond with.

"We never really talked about religion when I was in school. But I was pretty into the Egyptian stuff. Believed in sun gods and rebirth and all that s**t." He looked back down to his feet momentarily before lying on his back on the bed with a hmph.
"I think I am an atheist now."

Bornes looked over from his place on the bed, attempting to see Isiah.

But he could hardly see the outline of the man, let alone the hairs on his chin. Bornes' vision was extremely handicapped during the day. He could only see harsh edges- something akin to an extremely over exposed photograph.

"I can't tell," he grumbled, putting his hands behind his head and looking back up to the ceiling of where they were. "Ask me again when it's dark."

"I don't have one," he answered. "Quit calling me baby face, I don't look that young."

He hmphed. He opened his mouth to explain further, but then stopped. It would just be weird. If Isiah wanted to know he'd ask outright anyway.

Bornes turned on his side, back to Isiah, and stretched out his tail with a silent yawn.

At that he was somewhat annoyed, but still slightly greatful. His tail tapped against the mattress once before he answered. "The hair I've now is all I have left. It won't grow back."

He turned around so he was facing Isiah. There was a slight frown on his face. "I'd rather grow a beard than constantly worry what I will do when my hair starts falling out, or someone cuts it."