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Sascha had been walking around. Avoiding going home because that woman was there. Why? Because he wasn't allowed to sleep with her again, and he needed a reason for them to not have sex. Sascha was pissed off at himself for him not being an Infected, or her not being a pureblood. The pures he had met so far were too particular about who they slept with, and they also were all up into each other that there was no more room for a straight man. Well, either that they were into each other, or the available ones were head snooping bastards. He had come to hate telepaths. They were too many and too annoying. He growled lightly as he had entered a Chinese food restaurant. He wanted to fill his gut with greasy foods that would clog his arteries in his frustration. If he was rash, the prince would go home right now and lay that woman down in his bed and straight up fuck the shit out of her. If he wasn't so fucking scared of the Elders he would. If he wasn't a stupid Pureblood that wasn't immortal.

The male ordered some sake for the table he was going to sit at and some hot green tea and honey. He then took his seat at his table and he had looked at the menu for only a few minutes before he decided on some crab rangoon and some beef lo mein. He poured his shot of sake that had been place on the table with the return of his waiter and he had taken a shot right then and there before ordering. Crab rangoon, and some beef lo mein. Oh....And some of zhose delicious fried bananas vith some green tea ice cream. he almost drooled at the thought of the desert that he wanted. Fried bananas with ice cream was orgasmic to him. He loved it. The Biokinetic had poured himself another shot and took it. Sake was a different taste, but he had wanted something different today, so it was good. He liked the flavor of it, and found himself pouring shot after shot. Half of the small bottle that was placed on his table was gone by the time the woman had come back with the rangoon. She had asked Sascha if he wanted the appetizer, then entree, and then desert or if he wanted it all at the same time, and he (already half-drunk) had looked up to the woman with a stupid look on his face as if he was having a hard time understanding her and then he spoke. Zhe first option. the male had spoken before he poured himself another shot. He looked at the yummy looking food and he smiled before taking one of the crispy rangoon folds and taking a bite into it. Mmmmm....

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Cautious, he side stepped out the front door when nobody was looking. A girl was upstairs puking into the toilet. He’d seen her on his way down; her face as green as a pea. The smell had been horrid and the boy was anxious to get out of the building or fear of adding to the problem. Good thing the girls slept on the bottom floors. His floor would hopefully be germ free. As he ran down the stairs, he noted the absence of adults right away. They were all up with the sick girl or watching the kids playing outside on the playground. Terrific. Thief’s eyes caught sight of the donation jar. He played innocent; looking around to make sure no one was around. And as always, stuck his down into the pile of dollars and coins and grabbed whatever he could before heading out the door. It would be a good day if he got his bag of Rangoon.

Back pocket bulged slightly, his precious switchblade barely poking out the top of his tattered jeans. Thumbs stuck into either side pocket, he looked around at all the wandering people. It was always his favorite pastime, besides sharpening his knife. Though he’d recently gotten a new pair of jeans courtesy of Beatrice, he had stained them in a fight with another boy his age. They’d rolled on the ground throwing punches in the grass until the adults finally caught up to them. It was the last thing the other boy did for sometime. For when Angel glared into his eyes, all the kid saw were spiders crawling all over his face for the next few days.

Noting that his usual street vendor was not in his usual place, he reluctantly had to try someplace new. Opening the door to a small side restaurant, the bell chimed to signal a new customer. He must not have looked like the typical customer for a few waiters stared at him, expecting him to try and steal silverware or something. Angel couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at that. Shouldn’t a Chinese restaurant have chopsticks or something? He walked up to the counter. The lady at the counter stared at him skeptically. After all, what kid was going to order take-out in ripped jeans, worn out sneakers and a black sleeveless shirt?

He tossed his head to the side, an attempt to get his long brown hair out of his eyes. ”Two orders of Crab Rangoon. Please.” He added some semblance of manners to the end of his order. It wasn’t something he usually allowed time for. So she should consider herself lucky. She rang up the amount and he checked his wad of small bills to see if he had enough. Too bad he’d already used all the money that one lady gave him for helping her out. It had gone rather quickly to useless things for he couldn’t get much without the orphanage workers noticing. Basically, he spent it on a lot of Crab Rangoon and other food items he could consume before getting back to the playground, as well as a few marbles that managed to catch his eye in a dime store and a deck of cards. Still, he managed just enough to pay for his snack.

While he waited for his order, he turned to look around at the dimly lit seating area. A man sat off to one side, downing small drinks that Angel wasn’t sure what it was. Now that he thought about it, he wished he had enough money for a drink. But beggars can’t be choosers. It was either his Rangoon or a drink. He turned as the lady told him it was done, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself by staring at the man. ”Thanks.” He grabbed the brown sack and headed for the door, only briefly looking at the man again before heading out to the street curb and sitting down with his food. Reaching in, he pulled one out and began to eat the first one while watching the people pass by on the opposite sidewalk.

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Eyes. He could feel them on him. He chewed on the last of four crab rangoons before he had looked over and saw a kid picking up a to-go order. The kid looked raggedy. Though his eyes...They were pitch black, or at least he had thought that they were. They seemed too dark for dark brown. And from far away, they could look black, so he had quickly chose this as an excuse and downed another glass of sake. The Svyatoslav's steel orbs were quick to lock onto the kid once again though before he left. The child did give him one last look before exiting the restaurant. Sascha had a funny feeling just then, and he would say that it was the sake talking if the kid hadn't been looking so damn hard, and then look back again when he was leaving. Sure, Sascha was in a nice suit to be going out to a restaurant by himself, but he liked to look good, even when he wasn't doing anything but getting drunk. The lo mein wasn't done, and neither were the bananas, so the suited male had gotten up and followed after the kid. The woman had looked at Sascha funny, and the Russian looked straight at the woman, let a wave of infatuation leak from his eyes and then he opened his mouth to speak. I zhink I know zhat kid. I'll be right back. I promise. the male reassured before he had turned and left the woman to drool.

Sascha exited out of the door and saw the kid sitting on the side of the curb, eating the meal he had gotten. The Russian strolled up and sat down next to the kid. Sascha was never mean to kids, and he kind of liked them and their innocence. He, of course, was sane enough to not put his junk anywhere near the kid. You could say that perhaps he had a fatherly instinct. Zhat ees actually a very good vay to get out of paying a tip. the intoxicated male had spoken to the kid as he had put his hands on his knees. I know your muder probably told you to never go somevhere vith strangers, but you seem like you need a bigger meal zhan some rangoon. You're a groving boy, you need zhe food to grow. Sascha had spoken to the male, his speech not effected much by the alcohol, but his vision was becoming sharper, and his mind was starting to feel numb. His coordination was probably going to go next. He was surprised to the strength of the sake. He had never had sake before, so he had never thought that it would be four shots only. Or, zhe name ees Sascha, and I'm Russian. Okay, so now you know me, and I'm not stranger anymore. Sascha was especially talkative at the moment...

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Eyes had been set on a family wandering by looking at the numerous vendors. A man and a woman and what he assumed to be their daughter. She looked no older than five or six perhaps; give or take a year. Living around so many kids day in and day out, he became familiar with sizes and how old one kid might be; especially when most of the kids were younger. They always got more attention. So he was naturally shocked when he suddenly found someone sitting beside him. He sucked in the piece of Rangoon he was eating and stared up at the man. Blackened eyes narrowed slightly with confusion. Angel had never heard anyone with his accent before and was trying to figure out where it came from before he actually thought over what he said.

”No reason to sit at a table just for some Rangoon.” That and it was rather conspicuous being a child eating alone in a restaurant. People started to wonder, which usually led to a cop showing up and promptly taking him back to the orphanage. Damn adults never gave him a break. Pulling out another Rangoon, he listened quietly, his gaze turning to people watching again. The family from before had disappeared out of view and the boy was annoyed at not seeing where they went. Never fun to only see part of a story unfold before his eyes. Listening, it sounded as though the man was offering him to come and sit down and eat more? Something about his mother probably not wanting him to speak to strangers either. ”She’s dead.” Probably. ”Don’t think she has much say in what I do or don’t do anymore.”

Normally he wasn’t so bitter towards his parents, but if they hadn’t come for him by now…It was most likely they never would. He could feel the anger rising towards the people that took them away. The fleeting images of him watching his parents be dragged out the door through a crack in the attic. He remembered how his mother tried to fight back. Damn it. Now he felt guilty for the way he spoke about her.

”Sascha? Ain’t that a girls’ name?” He couldn’t filter the words from his mind before he spoke. After the words slipped from his mouth, he wondered if he probably should have run that by his thoughts first before speaking rashly. ”I’m Angel.” Though he was probably far from that. The ladies at the orphanage had thought him an Angel at first. But over the years they probably thought him more like devils spawn. Whenever trouble arose, it usually involved Angel in some way or another.

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No reason to sit at a table just for some Rangoon. the male had spoken to him. Sascha giggled lightly. Personally, I like zhe control of a person vaiting on you. the male had spoken between giggles to the child. It was the only service he got these days, and growing up a prince who got whatever the fuck he wanted didn't help him not be used to being waited on every two seconds of the day. He had it better than most kids, but then again, most of the Purebloods were rich families. She’s dead. Don’t think she has much say in what I do or don’t do anymore. oh... Sascha had looked down, bringing up a dead family member, much less his parent. Vhat about dad? he asked, curious as to what his father would think about him being alone. Somme parents let their children stray, and he didn't look to be younger than ten. Sascha would guess twelve or thirteen.

Sascha? Ain’t that a girls’ name? the male went on to speak. Sascha's brow twitched angerly as he had looked at the male, but remembered that this wasn't some jackass at the bar, telling him that his name was a girl name. He shook his head. Not en Russia! the male exclaimed. And say eet vith zhe "c" like, 'sas-CHA'. the male went on to explain. He didn't like being called "Sasha" from Amercians. Only his Russian family was allowed to refer to him as such. Pfft, like there were any of them left. Sascha was glad that they were dead. He had the whole fortune to himself. The only one he missed really was his brother. The stupid bastard was so fun to hang around. The drunk male had jigged lightly before he had heard the boy say his name. I’m Angel. the male had spoken. Angel. And you vere saying somezhing about mine name. Pfft. the Russian spoke, giggling softly before he stood up and got his balance out before looking down at the boy. Come back inside and sit at mine table vith me. My treat eef you vant anyzhing else zhan zhat. the male had invited the kid back into the restaurant, his hand offered out to help the boy up.

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The control huh? Angel never really thought about others waiting on him. Could the social workers be considered waiters? No. They were too nosey, too bossy and just plain annoying in his humble opinion. Always keeping an eye on him, always telling him what to do. Not the other way around. The subject was changed quickly however as Sascha asked him about his dad. Well this would be a one way ticket back to the orphanage at the rate he was going. Telling a total stranger than he was completely alone in the world. It would have been easier if he actually knew the current status of his parents; if they were dead or if they were alive somewhere like they committed some horrible crime. The simple fact that he didn’t know for sure ate away at his mind all the time. Was he a true orphan in the word? Or maybe his parents had gotten out and were looking for him, but couldn’t find him since he had not used his real name for so long? He shrugged off the questions, putting them out of his mind before he lost himself too much in his thoughts.

Already merely thinking about them had caused the sunny skies to become cloudy, threatening to rain at any moment. A few people looked up puzzled, knowing full well that the weatherman called for sun all day long. He’s gone to. Go ahead. Send him back to his prison sell like some criminal. Okay. Maybe he had stolen a few things in his short lifetime, but that was no reason to keep him in the prison ward that was the orphanage. He took off every time they took their eye off of him for a split second. Angel hated the place. Yet he knew it was better than living entirely on the streets. And with that thought in his head he would sadly never leave the orphanage entirely.

He expected Sascha to snap at his remark. The boy felt a little bad about it, but not enough to change the placate expression on his face. Sorry. Sas-Cha. The tone in his voice was that of a typical teenagers, snapping back at a parent for doing something wrong. He had the next remark coming to him and he could only protest by narrowing his eyes slightly. It’s not my real name. Those women gave it to me. I just didn’t care to correct them. Yeah. That’s it. He didn’t care. Cause the moment he might have given his real name at the time he feared those shady government people would be down his throat taking him away just like his parents.

Free food? He wasn’t about to turn down free food. But he wasn’t going to take Sascha’s hand. Angel wasn’t some little kid that needed a grown ups help. He was just trapped in a world that wouldn’t let him live on his own the way he wanted. So as the hand came out in a simple decent gesture, the boy helped himself up leaving the hand vacant. Brown sack was firmly grasped in one hand. Sure. Came his simple reply finally, just in case his motion to get up and follow hadn’t been enough to show his interest at free food. He followed after Sascha without hesitation as the clouds began to fade in the skies and the sun come out once more.

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He’s gone to. an orphan. That's why the kid looked like he had just come off of the streets. He was dirty, pants ripped and disgusting. Sascha felt a tug at his heart. The kid was all alone in the world. The Svyatoslav cleared his throat. He really didn't need a kid. It would be something else he'd have to take care of, and the stupid Purebloods would get on his case about it if this kid was just merely an infected child, or a regular citizen. The Biokinetic would have to figure out the boy's alignment before anything. It was going to be a tough thing to find out, especially if the child had been told to keep his secret and keep his life or let his secret get out, and he's dead. The Svyatoslav looked up at the sky as the smell of rain had entered his nostrils. He had seen the instantaneous change of the weather. He was confused, his drunken state almost falling back on his ass before he had snapped out of it and heard the kid talking. Sorry. Sas-Cha.--It’s not my real name. Those women gave it to me. I just didn’t care to correct them. Sascha cocked a brow at the kid. He too went under a false name you could say. Sascha and Sasha were different in one letter, but his name really had been Sasha. He wouldn't openly say to the kid that he was like him in that way, but he found it similar in a sense. So I'm taking eet zhat zhese vomen are zhe vorkers at zhe orphanage? he had asked before the boy had finally gotten up (without Sascha's help, in which he withdrew his hand and moved towards the door) and followed behind Sascha, a 'sure' coming from him before Sascha had opened the door and let the kid enter first. When the kid entered the door, the clouds had quickly dispersed. Sascha's head rose to the sky once more. He was starting to get suspicious of this child at this moment in time. He let his drunken stupor come back over though, pretending that he hadn't noticed.

Sascha had wiggled his body all the way to his seat, plopping down with this playful energy he had from drinking the sake. He awaited for the kid to sit down before he had put his finger up in the air and got the attention of the waiter. She had come rushing over to the table, his own lo mein in her hand. She placed it down on the table before Sascha looked up at her. I vould like mine friend 'ere to order somezhing, so he needs a menu. he had spoken to her, before he had poured himself a glass of green tea, and put some honey in it so it would be sweet. He then looked to the child, steel blue eyes looking into the pitch black ones. Sascha was sure that they were pitch black now that he was staring the boy in the face. Abnormalities in the face and eyes meant infected at least. Sascha had figured out that the male was at least infected. He had kept a stupid smile on his face as he had tapped his fingers on the table for a minute. How old are ya, Angel? the male had asked the boy as the woman had come back with a menu, placed it in front of the child and then walked away. Sascha went ahead and took his fork and rolled up some noodles on his fork and ate some of them.

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A reluctant nod was given. There was no use hiding his situation now. He could only hope that Sascha wasn’t the type to go running him back to them without hesitating. But he didn’t. Instead, he kept his offer of buying him something to eat. Interesting. Maybe he felt pity towards him. Angel didn’t much like pity. But his craving for some good Chinese food over ruled fighting the idea that this was a pity meal. So he followed, entering the restaurant again and sitting down at his table. When the waitress brought the menu he asked for a plate for his Rangoon. No need for a bag anymore.

Ebony eyes looked up at Sascha when he asked him how old he was. Thirteen. Voice was monotone, though it was evident there was a hint of pride hidden in that single word. He was thirteen; not some kid. A teenager. And proud of it. When the waiter came back, it was easy enough for him to order. Though he loved Rangoon, there weren’t many other Chinese foods he did like. Sweet and sour chicken and a Pibb. Now he’d get his drink and some good chicken. Sweet and sour chicken was probably the only other thing he did like. Occasionally he liked the egg drop soup, but he was picky about what restaurant or vendor it was from. Everyone made it different.

Why you in L.A. if you’re from Russia? Straight to questions. Angel didn’t think about if it was a sensitive subject or not to man who was more or less still a complete stranger. Elbows on the table, he began picking away at his Rangoon while waiting for the rest of his food to arrive, eyes fixated on the man across the table.

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Thirteen one of the worst ages, he had been told many times. He chuckled lightly at the thought. The child becomes a teenager at this age, and that was when they started to become nasty, and angry with the world if they hadn't gotten their way. They also were getting stronger, faster. Eventually thhe boy would be as tall, or taller than Sascha, whom wasn't too tall to begin with. He stood at a mere 5'11''. Depending on the boy's father, the boy could jump up easily to six foot. Sweet and sour chicken and a Pibb. the boy was quick to order from the woman before she walked away and put the order in. Sascha swayed from side to side in his booth as he had listened to the boy. Zhirteen, eh? the male started, chuckling lightly. Eet ees important to have family at zhat age. You are just beginning to learn who you really are at zhat age. he spoke, the stupid grin on his face as he begun to bounce lightly before he had gone ahead and started to eat his lo mein again.

Why you in L.A. if you’re from Russia? the male had asked him. Sascha had cocked his brow. Oh boy, zhe vomen zhat are here, Angel. Zhey are to die for. Russia has pretty vomen, yeah, but LA has some beauties of eet's own. Sascha spoke to the male, no reason to keep the boy in the blue of the world of woman and pussy. The boy himself would probably be getting ass soon anyways, with how handsome he was looking under all of that grim. Zhe orphanage doesn't really take good care of you eef your clothes are en zhat condition. the Russian had spoken, his fork pointing at the boy's messed up shirt and pants. Sascha had already taken Callisto on a shopping spree, and he wasn't against spending money on a kid that needed the good clothes, but he had other things to think about before he thought about spending more money on someone else. Vill zhe orphanage miss ya eef I get ya some new clothes? the male asked, his hand pushing through his short hair that he had picked for today since it was hotter outside today than it had been lately.

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This guy was pretty stuck on the subject to family wasn’t he? He rose a brow curiously, but it was hidden beneath his long brown hair. It was starting to fall in front of one eye from the continuous motion of looking down at his plate to grab food before looking over at Sascha while he talked. No need for forks or chopsticks. Angel ate with his fingers because he could. And it was easier than dealing with utensils. The social workers tried to get him to break the habit with little success. If he could eat it with his hands, he would. Shoulders shrugged in response. “I know who I am.” Well enough anyways. He didn’t need family to find himself. Sure he would have liked help trying to figure out the gifts that he was born with, but he was doing okay with developing those that he was aware of. Affecting the weather was still unbeknownst to him.

Picking at the Rangoon, he was trying to imagine ugly Russian women. Angel hadn’t paid much attention to girls yet, though he did find himself occasionally looking at some more keenly than others when they walked down the street in short skirts and high heels with low cut shirts. He couldn’t help it. His eyes did tend to wander from time to time. No response came from him this time. Angel wasn’t about to go into the topic of women. The notion of women caused him to think of Beatrice. After all, she had been nice to him. Gave him first dibs on new clothes. And then Jason had to go and decide he’d forgotten what happen to him the last time he picked a fight with Angel.

At the mention of his clothes, he looked down at what he was wearing. It wasn’t that bad. He was only wandering the streets. “They took my good jeans to wash the grass stains out of them.” He didn’t need another ruined pair of jeans. But now he was offering to buy him new clothes? What did he want? Whenever grownups gave him stuff they usually wanted something in return. Behave. Play nice. Do chores. Something. Nothing was ever free. Even the pants the Beatrice gave him. The women at the orphanage still made him clean the upstairs floor as his daily chore before they’d let him keep them for good. “What’s the catch?” He couldn’t help but ask with skepticism.

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OOC: I know who I am.the kid thought he knew who he was, but with the swaying and twisting of a child's mind as it had developed the hormones and changes of the body that took place at puberty were things that he did not know. There would be dramatic changes, and the kid didn't, and wouldn't see them coming. Not unless he was a biokinetic, and as far as Sascha knew, the kid wasn't because even as a kid, Sascha was always changing around the way he looked, just like he still did today. One day he would have long hair, the next short. One day a mohawk, and the next a full head of hair. Sascha smiled lightly to the kid. You know vho you are now, but you von't be zhe same person soon. Zhere are changes zhat your body springs on ya at your age, Ang. Mind eef I call you Ang? Or ees zhere a different nickname I can call you by zhat you like better? the talkative Russian had spoken to the boy, leaning down and getting another fork full of lo mein. The fact that the boy hadn't said anything about the woman comment, Sascha knew that he hadn't gone through puberty and started to look at girls yet. It was all okay to him, simply because it took Sascha and his own brother awhile to start looking at woman, and once they did, they both turned into hound dogs. He could get most any woman he wanted because of his Infatuation (except you know, when he wasn't allowed to use the Infatuation, or when the woman had Infatuation that was just as strong as his own) Sascha let out a hiccup, a classic sign of his intoxication. They took my good jeans to wash the grass stains out of them. the boy had spoken. That meant he only had two pairs of jeans, and only one of them were good. Sascha started to giggle at the boy and his words. They weren't that funny, but he was drunk, and he was stupid. What's the catch? the boy had asked, skeptically. PFFFT! the male started before he broke out a in hard laughter that lasted a good few minutes before he could breathe and talk to the kid again. I'm a kind person. You obviously need zhe new clothes, since you only have one good pair of pants. Zhat means that you probably only have one good shirt as vell. he explained to the best of his abilities, but he wasn't finished, a pause and then he continued. Zhis ees coming from someone vhom has a closet and dressers full of clothes. You are en more need of zhese zhings zhan me, and eef I can make a difference, zhen I plan to. the Russian spoke, sipping on his green tea. Eef you vant a catch, zhen I can make somezhing up. the drunken male gave a crooked smile.

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Who was this guy anyways? It seemed like everything he said ended up getting advise or a remark he didn’t need or care about. He didn’t need anyone. The concept had become embedded in his mind at an early age. Just after he had been taken in at the orphanage after wandering the roads for what seemed an eternity. At first there was a spark of hope in his black eyes as he watched the street through his bedroom window. It was easier to imagine them then; walking down the street and running into the orphanage asking for their son back. He was only eight then and still naïve. Days went by, blending into weeks. As the day went by to announce he’d been there for a year, the hope had all but vanished from him. No one was coming for him.

The bitterness was in his eyes, though hardly visible due to the nature of his gaze. Unlike some, his defect was easier to pass off than some who had strangely colored hair or brighter colored eyes. But he only thought of them as infected when he walked by them on the streets. Hell he would have though himself infected to if his parents hadn’t told him otherwise. They told him not to tell anyone; to feign infection should they find out he had gifts. Despite not knowing anything of the rest of the pureblood world, Angel understood he couldn’t tell others of his lineage. His parents scolded him as a young child any time he ever said the word aloud.

Hearing Sascha asking if he could call him Ang, he shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner. Whatever. Like he’d see him again after today. No adult stayed around him past a day. They would look at him with potential interest, but then they’d see some young kid that was far cuter drooling in the corner of the building. He was too old for most to consider. Didn’t matter. He’d be legally able to leave in five years. Then he could go where ever he wanted.

He pulled his feet up on the chair, sneaker teetering on the edge. Shins rested against the table edge as he wrapped his hands around his legs. You’re drunk. Angel couldn’t help it anymore. This guy was wasted by all appearance. He wobbled on his chair, swaying back and forth; hiccupping and his breath stunk. Sascha kept going on about getting him new clothes and he couldn’t help but wonder if the guy could even stand up straight anymore or walk a straight line. His moment of laughing didn’t even crack a smile on the kid. Stoic features remained unsure of what to make of the man. You’re gonna give me some of your clothes? I think they’d be too big on me…

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OOC: Whatever. the kid had said. Sascha had cocked his brow at the boy. He'd bound to come up with something crazy to call the boy later on. Just because the kid said "whatever" to him. He obviously didn't care what he was called, so Sascha could easily find a creative pet name for him. You’re drunk. the male went on to speak. Sascha's steel orbs narrowed on the pitch black orbs of the kid. I can still valk, and I stopped drinking, so I'll be fine. the male spoke, waving his hand at the male before he looked at his blackberry. He hadn't been expecting a call or anything, but he had been in a slight habit of checking his phone. Sascha looked at the sake bottle and then picked it up with his hand and swayed it from side to side to see how much was left. Half. Shit, zhis stuff ees powerful. the male muttered to himself before he put the bottle back down and took a few more bites of his noodles. There was no way he was going to be able to finish the food without having to make a trip to the bathroom first. He also still wanted his ice cream and fried bananas, and he needed to save some room for that. You’re gonna give me some of your clothes? I think they’d be too big on me… the kid had spoken yet again. Sascha's eyes were on the kids' lips, and it took an extra second for him to analyze the words and process them. Hell no, kid. You gotta get your own damn suits. the Russian spoke to the male. Ve can get you fitted into somezhing fancy like vhat I'm vearing, or ve can get somzhing less flashy. A trip to zhe other part of town vould vork. he could speed up his metabolism and modify his body to where he would be able to absorb the alcohol and become less drunk was possible, though it would take some time. What he had been wearing was pretty fancy, though the bandanna that he wore around his neck was the most normal looking thing on his body, the shirt being a nice long sleeved white button down shirt with a black vest on top of that, black pants, studded belt, and a pair of high top converse were the other items on him. They also would have to walk around for a bit in the area, perhaps they could find some clothes for him here before traveling where there were better stores with American clothing so that Sas can get his body moving a bit. Sascha then continued to nibble on his food. Hey Ang. I ordered some fried bananas vith green tea ice cream. You vant to try some of zhat vhen eet comes?

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”Hell no, kid. You gotta get your own damn suits.” Relief washed over him. Angel was tired of hand-me-downs; even if they were as nice as what he was wearing. Suits didn’t fit his personality. Jeans and t-shirts were fine for him. He just wished they looked a little nicer and were newer when they actually reached him. Sneakers were starting to become detached from the soles and it made it harder to run should they get caught in a crevice on the sidewalk. Shoes slid off the chair and hit the floor with a thump. The table shook slightly with the sudden dislodgment of his legs against the side. Head tossed to the side to get rid of the hair falling in front of his face.

He hate most of the food that was given to him, only leaving a little bit of chicken and a few spoonfuls of fried rice that came with his meal. Grabbing his drink, he downed the Pibb as though he hardly ever got anything to drink that had carbonation or so much sugar in it. The orphanage was big on the health foods; fruit, vegetables, juice drinks…the sort of foods that any kids despise to eat. On the rare occasion they would provide them something less nutritious, but it was once in a blue moon. Setting his empty glass down, he picked up the fork beside his plate and began to tap it against his plate out of boredom. Feet kicked back and forth beneath the table while he watched Sascha eat.

Fried bananas and green tea ice cream? He liked fried stuff and ice cream…but green tea ice cream? It didn’t sound too appetizing to him. Angel was not a fan of tea. They got regular ice cream? Perhaps he was pushing buttons over indulging in more food to order, but he tried his luck. The boy wanted to see how much he could get out of this deal while he had it.

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OOC: This, actually had been one of the only times Sascha had eaten anything that was bad for him. Most of the time, he liked the organic foods and he liked to keep healthy, even if he was able to keep himself healthy with his biokinesis. It was already rare that he eat by going to the grocery store and getting food and cooking, since he had been able to be self efficient like a plant. All he needed was the sun most of the time. The sun and water. They got regular ice cream? the boy had asked him. Green Tea ice cream wasn't for him then, eh? Sascha nodded his head and gave a curt nod, and a smile. He chewed and swallowed the food that was in his mouth before speaking. I know eet doesn't sound awesome, but eet really ees. But eef you vant regular, zhen you can order it. I don't mind. I just vant you to try a bite of mine just to try somezhing new, okay? the male told the kid, cocking his head to the male for a second before he pushed his lo mein to the side and he looked to their sever. He lifted his hand to the air for a second before she had started to come over. Once she had gotten to the table he had smiled up at her. Vell, ve are ready for zhe ice cream and fried bananas, though can you add two scoops of vhatever flavor mine friend vants? he asked, before he looked back at the boy, the woman nodding her head before too, looking at the boy to take his order.

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Nose wrinkled at the thought of having to try something he didn’t want to. It almost felt as though it was one of the social workers sitting across from him; making him try things he didn’t want to. He sighed, but nodded his head in agreement to at least try one bite. One bite wouldn’t kill him and he could spit it out into his napkin if it tasted horrible. The waitress was beckoned over to their table and he waited until attention was turned to him in to place his order.

Chocolate. One could never go wrong with chocolate ice cream. She asked if he wanted a refill on his Pibb since his glass was empty and he nodded, grabbing his drink and giving it to her; might as well get as much sugar and caffeine into his system as he could. The extra energy would give them hell later at the orphanage before he crashed from sugar overload. She took his glass and left to go get their desserts. Attention returned to Sascha while he continued to tap his fork against his plate in boredom.

So you rich or somethin’? His question was rather random, but he couldn’t help but ask considering everything the man had said thus far. He was ordering a lot of food, drinking, and stated he had lots of nice clothes. That meant he had to be rich. Didn’t it?

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OOC: Chococlate. the boy spoke. Chocolate wasn't a bad flavor. Sascha sometimes had more of a natural sweet taste sometimes rather than the rich flavor of the chocolate. Sascha's eyes had gone from the boy to the boy's fingers as they tapped the fork against the plate. Kid must have been bored. Sascha used to make people's stomachs churn when he was bored. He used to be a brat. Still was a brat sometimes. So you rich or somethin’? the kid asked. Sascha smiled and nodded his head. You could say zhat. I got the better deal out of zhe two of us. he spoke to the boy, to the boy probably not making sense, but in Sascha's own head it did simply because he technically was an orphan now since his parents were dead. Sascha had got the lucky hand of this deal because the inheritance of the entire estate and fortune went to Sascha. This was because Sascha's sister had been killed early in life, and his brother was gone. Misha hadn't been around to claim anything so Sascha was claimed the only one eligible. Zhey left me zheir riches. Mine brother was off zhe radar, and mine sister was dead, so I was zhe only one to claim zhe worldly possessions. the biokinetic spoke to the boy, clearing things up a bit. Steel orbs looked back to the kid's eyes and a stupid grin was still held on his face as he went on. I guess I can just help others vith vhat I got, you know? you see, Sascha had a weak spot for people. He could hate them all he wanted, but there were others that were less fortunate than him, and he often would sympathize with them, even if they didn't want him to. It was one of those things that made him different from his parents. They were big company owners, they had been stepping on the paws for years. Sascha had been raised to step on those same paws, but sometimes, he just couldn't do it to certain beings, some worked so hard to get where they were, and all he wished was to help them become greater. Do somezhing nice ever once and awhile. he continued to speak as the woman approached with their desert and Angel's drink. It didn't take long because the bananas were only in the frier for three or four seconds before taken out and placed on the plate. The ice cream was already made so all they needed to do was get the tubs and scoop it on the plate as well. They both were set with spoons in front of them before she had put down the drink first, and then the plate that had the green tea, and chocolate ice cream with the fried banana chunks circled around it. There was a stream of caramel on the plate around the banana chunks for decoration, as well as for the extra sweetness that would be added if you put the banana in it before getting the ice cream on the spoon as well. Thank you. Bring zhe check, please. the male had spoken to the woman, getting ready to get out of here after they were done with their dessert. The woman nodded her head and walked away, saying "enjoy" before she did so. Sascha turned to his little friend and smiled. Dig en. he spoke, before he took his own spoon and got a scoop of green tea ice cream and he cut one of the bananas in half and pushed it through the caramel before eating it. He almost melted with the taste of the food in his mouth, even giving a little 'oomph' noise from his throat. It was so delicious. Or....Atleast to this Biokinetic.

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At first he appeared puzzled. What he was getting at, Angel wasn’t sure of in regards of getting a better deal. Earlier in life his family got by just fine. His parents may have had more money than they let out for they chose to live a middle class life; unlike many purebloods who were quite wealthy and had no problem showing it to everyone else. Spooning bites of ice cream into his mouth, he was quite while Sascha spoke of his family being gone. So he was like a grown up orphan. That’s how Angel would end up once he was out of the orphanage. He knew of no extended family. Grandparents had died before he was even born. Angel’s heritage had been lost. The mere notion that was a pureblood was something he cared little about; for he didn’t think there were others like him. There were infected, normal people and the government he despised so much.

How come I don’t see you at the orphanage then? If he liked giving to others why didn’t he see him dropping stuff off at the orphanage like some of the other people? There’s this one lady that brings clothes to the orphanage all the time. He added on as he took another bite of ice cream. Voice was quiet, but spoken with confidence. There was honesty laced with the notion he didn’t believe what Sascha said. Then again…he was buying him all this food and wanting to give him some new clothes. There were more kids than just him though that could do with some new things to wear.

Ice cream was devoured quickly and so he sat there in silence again waiting for Sascha to finish. He grabbed for his drink, taking a few sips of Pibb to add to the sugar he’d already consumed. Later on, he’d be lucky if he hadn’t found himself in a sugar coma. Angel’s body wasn’t used to so much sugar at once. But he was a kid. And he didn’t think about things like that.

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OOC: How come I don’t see you at the orphanage then? There’s this one lady that brings clothes to the orphanage all the time. the male had spoken to Sascha. Sascha didn't go to the orphanage because it would depress him, and then he would have to spend tons of money helping the orphanage get on it's feet and whatnot, and then, well, Sascha would hate himself. He would be back in the spotlight with the government on him, and he would be rediscovered and hunted like a rare animal to an exotic hunter. He really wasn't ready to be on the roster of people that can call him for money and whatnot. Zhey depress me. And eef I go zhere, I vill feel horrible and spend all my money on everything and eventually run out of money for myself and start at point zero. the male explained, more of a selfish side showing itself. Zhat...And I have never seen zhe place. I haven't lived around here for long. the male admitted, sighing lightly before scooping his ice cream and banana chunks. The kid didn't even seem to breathe between bites of his food. He must have not gotten much of ice cream at the orphanage. Breathe man. You're going to give yourself an ice cream headache. Sascha spoke, chuckling softly as he, too ate some more of his meal. The child still finished before Sascha though, and Sascha had left a few more bites for the kid to try it. He pushed the chunk of banana and the green tea ice cream towards the boy and nodded his head. Zhere, eat a little bit of zhat. he spoke, smiling softly at the kid as the woman had come up and placed the check on the table. The Russian looked down at the check and looked at all of the prices that were on the check before he pulled out his wallet and put a one hundred dollar bill on the clip. It only rang up to thirty bucks, but he didn't have any smaller bills at the moment. The woman had taken it to get change ready. I only vant fifty back. the male spoke. She'd be getting a twenty dollar tip. He was sure she'd be happy with that. She disappeared from sight as she went to go get the change. Sascha's eyes went back to the boy. We can leave after ve get zhe change....and you eat that bite you promised.

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”Zhey depress me.” You and me, both. He hated the orphanage with a passion. But it was better than living on the streets. There was a bed. Most of the kids shared rooms with four to each one, but he had one alone given his troubles. It used to be the isolation room where kids would be sent when they got in trouble. Since most of the troubled revolved around Angel anymore, it became his permanent location. Almost like a padded cell in a mental institution. They locked his door from the outside at night just to make sure he didn’t try to bolt while everyone was asleep. How many nights did he fall asleep to the sound of rain pounding against the window? Always when he was depressed. Don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to share my money with a bunch of strangers. If he had any money that is.

L.A. wouldn’t be my first choice of places to live. The city was overcrowded and smog was everywhere. Perhaps it reminded him of his current residence. Too many kids and too little space for everyone. The building was its own little city. He felt the brain freeze begin to set in as Sascha told him to slow down. Too late for that warning. Hands came up to rub his head, his eyes squeezing together waiting for the chill to pass. It didn’t last long however. The sensation stopped just in time for the man to tell him to try a little bit of the green tea ice cream. Dismayed gaze looked down at the small bite that Sascha wanted him to eat.

He stared at it as though it would give him Jaydis if he even thought of touching it. Did he really have to? Angel pulled the plate towards him while Sascha dealt with the bill. Thoughts or protest entered his mind as well as just bolting out the door right then. Caving in, he grabbed his spoon and finally took a bite of the ice cream. Facial features contorted as though it were the worst thing he ever had to do in his life. It wasn’t too bad, but he wasn’t about to let Sascha get the satisfaction of being right. Swallowing, his face returned back to normal after his act. There. Happy?

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You and me both, Don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to share my money with a bunch of strangers. the kid spoke back. Okay, so they both had an understanding for each other. At least on that subject. Sascha nodded his head, silence and calmness flowing over the male's body for a minute. He was working with his body at a subconscious level, and he hadn't been able to talk at the moment. L.A. wouldn’t be my first choice of places to live. the child went on to say. One could say that it was not Sascha's choice to come here, for he had washed up on the beach one day, not knowing where he was. He was not an expert navigator, and it had shown because he was here instead of Russia. Sascha gave a nervous chuckle and he took his hand can ran it through his short hair. Vell, I'm not zhe best navigator you could say. the male spoke, shrugging lightly and giving a "eh" sound.

The boy did a whole act at the green tea ice cream, scrunching his face and acting as if it was the most horrible thing he's ever eaten, yet Sascha couldn't help but notice that the boy did swallow it instead of spitting it out. Sascha figured that the boy was just acting silly, and he giggled at it. You know zhat eet vas good. the Svyatoslav spoke before he smiled and then got up out of his seat. The woman returned with his change and gave it to him before Sascha bowed his head lightly and moved towards the door. He looked back at the kid while stuffing the fifty back in his pocket and motioning for the kid to hustle. Ve vant to get ento as many stores before zhey close. So let's get out of here.

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Silent sneer was offered as Sascha seemed to find his way through the act. He shrugged it off and stood up to stretch. They were going to get out of here finally. The orphanage probably realized he was gone by now and would have to be extra careful on the streets if the police were alerted yet again. Might get busted. I’m not supposed to be outside the orphanage today. He was in a sense ‘grounded’ for the last time he snuck off. Lucky for him that girl was sicker than a dog and had the workers pre-occupied. But it wouldn’t have lasted forever. Somebody would have came to check on him in his room where he should have been sitting quietly on his bed staring out the window.

Despite the notion he might get snatched up the moment he walked out the door, he strolled towards the exit and headed out onto the sidewalk without carrying; presuming that Sascha would soon follow. He looked down the sidewalk one way and then the other. Nothing out of the ordinary. No policemen were walking around in the vicinity. A good sign. The fresh air felt good against his face after being in the stuffy restaurant for so long. Thumbs hooked into each side pocket as he turned around to see if Sascha was coming or not.

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My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch
Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all

Might get busted. I’m not supposed to be outside the orphanage today. the child had spoken to the Biokinetic. That was probably true. The male let his hand run through his short hair again as he gave an uncertain smile. The male followed the kid out of the door. Vell, zhat ees vhen I say zhat I vas helping look for your guardians. Zhough, zhere's not much of a way I can get you out of trouble eef zhat happens. the male explained to the kid, shrugging his shoulders as he had walked along side the kid. There were no cops down the street that he could see. The male directed the two towards some clothes shops, to see what was to be offered as far as outfits go in Chinatown. Ees zhere any shops you like? the Russian asked the child, his steel blue orbs falling on the kid as he swaggered a bit as he walked. His body was already starting to metabolize the alcohol. Still, it would take time to get rid of it, and possibly a few stops to take a piss. He'd probably be completely sober in an hour.

Sascha looked into the windows of the places as he passed them, trying to see from the windows for anything that caught his eye. Nothing yet...

My bitch don't blink, she don't even think
About money or fuckin mall !

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Sascha spoke of being able to lie and say he was looking for his guardians. Sure. And then they decided to stop and do some shopping when they couldn’t find them. The cops knew him, knew he was an orphan. But he could lie for Sascha’s sake so he wouldn’t get in trouble. Just tell them that he had lied to Sascha and said he had parents in order to get to walk around for a while. Angel was pretty good at lying anymore. It didn’t faze him like it used to when he was younger; when his parent’s words echoed in his mind to tell the truth. Now he could barely hear them. So it wasn’t as hard as it used to be.

Were there any shops he liked? Not clothes stores. He didn’t go to clothing stores because they were too troublesome. Soon as he had a new shirt on they’d ask where he got it. He preferred the stores with small gadgets and such that he could pocket out of sight. Never been in any of them. Blackened eyes scanned the windows of the shops. Most of them related to the Chinese culture in one form or another given their current location. Probably wouldn’t find anything more than souvenir shops here.

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My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch
Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all

Never been in any of them the boy responded. Sascha continued to look through the windows, though some were blocked by the annoying posters. These, he decided to walk over simply because he felt that if you didn't have the balls to advertise your products, then you weren't worth going in to. He sighed lightly as he had walked along side the boy. Vell....Chinatown eesn't zhe best place to go clothes shopping. Zhough...zhere might be somezhing somevhere. the Russian spoke, his hand reaching to his fuzzy chin as he had stopped to look around better. He then decided that they might as well find a better place for them to shop. Sascha was too drunk to drive though, and he knew this. If there was a way to speed his process up, he would. He looked to the boy and then grabbed the boy's arm and did an about face. Actually, ve can just head downtown. Zhe choices are better zhere. he told the boy and pulled him back towards his Camero that was parked by the curb of the restaurant they were at before.

Sascha had opened the door to the car and let the kid get in before he closed the door and he had danced his way to the driver's side. He had quickly opened the door and got in before anyone could run him over and he put the keys in the ignition. Seat belt, and don't vorry, I'm not going to drive yet. I have some sorting out to do first. I just need half of an hour. the male had spoken to the boy before Sascha had closed his eyes and started to concentrate on getting the alcohol processed. He would make sure he could see straight before he drove. He wasn't about to get himself and this kid killed in a car accident.

My bitch don't blink, she don't even think
About money or fuckin mall !