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As soon as the sky had lost the brilliant shades of blues and took on a more orange approach, Qadir had left his house in a slight bit of a hurry, his hand wrapped around a smaller and paler (though not pale) hand, which belonged to a very disgruntled black haired child. Orpheus was not thrilled with this sudden change of plans. Each night had found him digging through Qadir's artifacts and trinkets, breaking a few here and stealing a few into his room there. They were interesting!

But no. Qadir had caught him before he'd woken up and to his dismay those dark eyes with puddles of blood rimming the bottoms opened to find the golden vampire hovering over him. For a moment there was only confusion, but then there had been a yelp and a very irritated, "Don't watch me while I sleep old man!"

Now they were almost at their destination, the home of a certain woman with black curly hair and a sweet disposition that Qadir only hoped could help him with such a child. A previous stop at her flower shop had yielded nothing but the sweet mother and her admittance that she'd sent Crystal home for the night.

"Where are we going? You're hurting my hand and my clothes are getting dirty," he said with the air of irritable disinterest, though he didn't sound nearly so haughty as a certain Egyptian boy. Qadir didn't answer. Instead he hurried a bit faster at the sight of Crystal's home, knocking on the door and shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously.

With a push, Qadir sent the boy into the house before him, giving a slight nodding bow to Crystal as he stepped past her and watched as the boy began a slow self tour around the house. The vampire opened his mouth as it to say something, likely a reprimand, but the boy wasn't going to do any harm to the home and he'd rather have talked to Crystal without the boy's gaze upon him.

"I'm sorry to bother you like this Crystal, but I didn't know who else to turn to, especially in this town." Well, not like it mattered the town obviously, the only person even remotely close to Qadir was his employer, and he couldn't possibly entertain the idea of handing the boy over to such a horrid man.

Gold eyes slipped back to watch the boy as he took a seat upon the couch and pulled out a small notebook he'd taken to carrying around and scribbled something within the white pages before closing it and putting it away. "Crystal. He...he came from a scented gel cup," Qadir confessed, feeling completely unnerved.

"A child? Mine?" Qadir asked hesitantly, confused and nervous about the fact that Crystal seemed to know what was going on and yet he was so very left in the dark. It wasn't fair, but at the same time he couldn't keep expecting that he knew everything in the world. Little Orpheus had seemingly taken over that job. Obnoxious know-it-all.

"My name's Orpheus," the boy called from the room, his keen hearing just as good as Qadir's and thus more than able to hear and understand their conversation. "You may not give me a nickname either." Orpheus' words held the weight of finality to them. No one would butcher his beloved name.

Qadir paled slightly at the boy's attitude, his eyes flickering between the woman and the boy. "I'm so sorry Crystal," he said in a whispered tone. "He named himself. Read some Greek mythology and plucked it right out of the pages and told me it was his name. I guess it fits him though."

Orpheus watched the woman come over to him with a lofted brow before he scribbled one last thing within his notebook and closed it, tucking it back into the back pocket of his pristine pants. "I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet me miss Crystal," he said with a nod of his head before slipping off the couch and returning to his inspection of this part of her home. He wasn't interested if Qadir and Crystal had stopped talking, listening to their conversation had been the only reason he'd stopped wandering for the moment.

The older vampire was at a loss for words, his mouth hanging open quite unsightly and his eyes wide. The boy's vanity was likely to get both of them shot some how.

"Do you have anything to drink here Crystal? I'm quite thirsty. Water would be nice, thank you."

Qadir refused the glass offered to him, completely frigid in his stance in the middle of her hallway. He didn't want a kid. He certainly didn't want a kid with the personality of a little Irene either. Lucky was having a sweethearted little girl that would follow him everywhere and that he could dote upon with numerous gifts. Orpheus was beginning to look like more of a curse. Finally Qadir's good luck had run out.

Reaching out he grabbed for Crystal's hand after Orpheus had politely thanked her for the water. "Crystal. I don't know how, but he's a vampire too. I mean, when it, he, was just a cup I stuck my finger in it, but I don't see how that would make any difference!"

With a gently pull Qadir tried to find somewhere where his voice couldn't be heard by the boy and nervous tone dropped to less than a whisper. "I don't think I can do this. I don't think I can handle another one," he said, though his eyes were sadder than his words.

Vampire blinked at her words before signing and turning his head to look at the boy who'd decided to come and stand next to the two of them. A groan. One minute the boy wanted nothing to do with the older man, the next he insisted upon standing right next to him and listen in on a private conversation. It wasn't that big a deal though, Qadir hadn't thought at all about abandonig the boy, but, how was he supposed to handle it since he was going to keep him?

"I don't think he'd get rid of me miss Crystal. This man keeps everything, did you notice? In his house there's almost no room for me." A pretend sniff. Little liar! There was more than enough room for the boy in the large mansion and Qadir had even gone through all the trouble of figuring out the second biggest bedroom in the home to clean out and give to Orpheus, at the boy's request of course.

Orpheus shook his head at the woman's offer of coming to her home. Qadir was, from what the boy had witnessed, a very warm care-giver and well suited to taking care of him, that's why this whole trip was such a surprise. So what if the man had once had a child? What was so big and important about that that it would freak the older one out so much?

"Despite your well-wished attempts, I'm sure Qadir would not kick me from his home. Also, this one is not big enough," he said simply, in no terms trying to be insulting to the woman or her home, but speaking truthfully all the same. Not even a week old and he was already too vain to accept anything less than his own standards.

One would think the boy was Amahte's brother the way his cold eyes surveyed things, though unlike Amahte, Orpheus didn't have the air of belief that he was in ownership of everything around him, the boy, instead, watched to see what was worthy to be made his.

Qadir continued to remain speechless and tight-lipped. He was treating the boy quite well, in his opinion, it was the boy that was making Qadir out to be an unfit father, though considering the past that wasn't far from the truth.

Qadir had reached his limit, and at her words and soft attentions he gave a bit of a start before blinking and regaining that regal Qadir smile and attitude. He couldn't sit there like a statue any longer, but he couldn't sit there and talk about the topic with the woman either. No matter how good a friend she was trying to be to him, the vampire had his guarded secrets. "As usual Crystal, my dear, you've been nothing less than a complete savor for me, but I'm afraid Orpheus and I have things we must attend to tonight and I've let myself lose track of time." Qadir reached out to take Orpheus by the hand, looking very much like a doting father keeping close to beloved son. Yes, that twinkle was in Qadir's amber eyes and the smile was upon his face; he was over what bit of panic he'd slipped through.

"Truly though, we must get going. I'm so sorry to have intruded upon your presence as we have. I'm sure I speak for both of us," Orpheus shot his father a dark look, "when I say thank you for all your help." Cold eyes gave sweeping circular roll before he shrugged. He wasn't all that ungrateful for the water afterall.

Orpheus sucked upon the inside of his cheek as he willingly left the house, more excited about going back to his own home of expanse and leaving behind the more modest dwelling of the flower girl. Without so much as a good bye he slipped past the door with Qadir in tow and the two of them set off before the boy piped up with, "I forgot my journal," and with hurried steps he strove back to Crystal's door and knocked, waiting for her to open it.

Dirty liar. He'd not forgotten the notebook that was tucked and prized so securely within his pockets, but at sight of the flower girl his lips twisted into the closest thing of a smile he'd mustered so far, though no one ever call it that. "Likely he's nervous because I remind him of his killed son miss, so don't take any offence to him," and that was the last he said, for with childlike speed he dashed off into the darkness to join Qadir.