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She sighed and turned around, catch the boy just as he was about to leave. "I appologize if I came on too strong, but a pretty face such as yours does not belong in a place like this. I will not simply discard you though. Please stay if you wish and treat yourself to anything in the cafe. My treat for you having come all this way."

After a moment, he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Pretty though I may be, ma'am... I will tell you in the most candid way that I truly have nowhere else to go and am greatly in need of a job. That... and somewhere to belong. I am far too old to return to my family, and even if I did so, I'm not sure I would be entirely welcome. This said... I ask you once more to reconsider."

This lengthy speech, while formal to an almost ridiculous extent, held a near desperate honesty, and as he spoke, the man's large blue eyes began to glisten with tears, which he hatily wiped away.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't be begging for a job. That was bad form... I apologise..."

He added, seeming near frightened that he might have offended her, or that she might think he was misleading her in some way.

Dai brushed his teeth quickly, spat out the over-powering toothpaste and rinsed out his mouth a total of three times.
Once he deemed his teeth clean and his breath refreshing, he ran back into the bedroom and pounced on the bed, slipping under the covers and curling up at Synei's side in record-breaking time.

".. Sure," Slaine agreed cumbersomely before falling silent. His mind kept scolding himself for talking about the weather.. of all damn things. He could only guess at what Mizi thought about him now. Stupid? Boring? .. Uninterested? Real great on his part. Silence seemed to be their curse today; A haunting air that just taunted them continuously. Feeling the back of the other's hand, those slender fingers occasionally brushing his own was maddening. The following thoughts were running through the young boy's mind: Is he doing that on purpose? Is this God taunting me with something I can't have? Does life just hate me? He was almost beginning to believe all three.
A cab! That would definitely lessen the time of speechless strolling. "Yeah, that sounds good," Slaine said, hoping he didn't seem too optimistic about the idea. The first one to pass just seemed to ignore them and drive past, but the second he managed to wave over. Sliding into the somewhat smelly cab, he told the driver their destination before sitting back. 'Alright, Slaine!' he thought to himself. 'Get your mind off the trivial things and just be yourself. It wasn't like this before night before last.. It especially shouldn't be like this now.' "Mizi," he began, having taken a deep breath. "I hope all this.. weirdness isn't because of what happened the other night... You know, with.. in my room.. Or is there something else wrong?" The driver looked back at them in the rearview mirror with an almost disgusted look before returning his eyes back to the task of driving.

"Oh, the new boy," Radevel said, at the moment releasing his hold on Talis. Not without narrowed and threatening eyes boring down on him. "My room. Now. Wait for me there until I'm finished." He gave the boy what he liked to think of as an encouraging push, but to others it probably looked rather forceful. His gaze suddenly took on a new mask when returning to Ashley standing before him. He now seemed more welcoming, almost taking on a friendly aura. Definitely not the real Radevel, but he didn't want to make bad impressions on his new recruits. Not so soon. They could find out the truth of how things ran later. "I'm glad you're hear," he stated. "Will you accompany me to my office?"

Mizi smiled with Slaine's agreement. Maybe the faster they were able to get to the restaurant, the sooner this awkwardness between them would disappear. After watching Slaine successfully flag down a cab, Mizi followed the younger one into the car and slipped into the backseat beside him. As the cab pulled away from the curb and headed down the street, it hit a red light at the first stoplight. Just perfect, more silence. The pretty brunette gazed out the window, searching his mind for conversation topics. When Slaine called his name, questioning violet hues immediately found the seated figure beside him. Mizi.. was hardly prepared for the inquiry Slaine had decided to make.

His calm countenance at the beginning of the question was soon replaced with one of shock. Talk about hitting the nail... almost right on the head. So Slaine noticed the distance between them as well? "No!" he exclaimed. In actuality, 'no' was only partially correct. But it wasn't so much that Mizi regretted what had taken place between the two of them as the fact that he felt like a fool for thinking the other was interested in him beyond that. Noticing the rude glance the cab driver had given the pair of them in the mirror, Mizi lowered his voice. "No," he replied softly, "I don't regret that or anything. It felt good." A clear blush stained his pale complexion as he shook his head evasively. "There's nothing wrong, Slaine," he added, "Not unless you regret something we've done?" Mizi not only didn't regret it; he loved their intimate encounter from two nights before. Slaine... held him so differently than his clients. He made him feel things the brunette hadn't felt in a long time. The night didn't leave Mizi feeling dirty or used. It just felt -- it didn't matter what it made him feel. Slaine wasn't going to do it again unless he miraculously became either an attractive blonde or Shinto himself: both impossibilities.

Synei grinned and pulled the boy close again, his mouth pressing against the boy's as he kissed the boy as soon as he was in reach. Running his hand down the boy's back, he rolled onto his back, so that the boy was on top of him. His hands moved down to their favorite spot: the boy's cute little a**. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he looked up at the boy, a small grin on his face before he pressed a few soft kisses to the boy's forehead and cheek. "Almost awake, kid?" he asked softly, his eyes still slightly lidded from sleep. His red hair was a mess, the long strands everywhere on his pillows and his shoulder. The older man began to yawn softly as he gazed up into the boy's dark eyes as he kissed him again.