Private Finished Moving In

"So much makeup," he said, his foot nudging the door closed, "why do you need so much?" His eyes looked her over, "been here a month, already got a girl living with me, so that's interesting I suppose." Then the spritz hit him, he stepped back coughing, his sensitive nose burning as his picked out the chemicals in the perfumes, his immediately watering a little.

His hand moved in front of him trying to get rid of the perfume, "you know, you'd stop using that if you knew how many chemicals were in it." The vampire pinched his nose, his head hurting from the sudden explosion of smell, "seriously don't do that." Living with her was going to interesting, he could tell already.

Ash was going to retort to the bathroom comment, when she complimented his eyes, he face very briefly blushed with embarrassment. "Farm honey? No, never even been to a farm," he took a seat in his chair, a little thrown off and unable to think of a proper retort. "You girls always wear a lot of that stuff?" he'd only dated a little when he was human, none since he'd been turned.

The vampire rolled his eyes, "clothes have more purpose than face pain farm girl," he said teasingly, more playful, "at least they keep you warm." His body temperature remained consistent despite the environment, but he still thought his point had merit.

Putting his feet to the sides of her bed he pushed off, letting his chairs wheels carry him back to his bed, "shelves are pretty empty if you need a place to put your books." Ash watched her curiously, most have thought his eyes were weird, or even creepy, a few thought he was on drugs because of the way they looked, "you're an odd one Maisie."

Sliding over to the mini fridge he fetched out a soda and rolled it to her, "welcome to Manta Carlos, you'll see shit that'll make your head spin, but it seems like an ok place to live." Grabbing himself a soda, he used a fang to open the can, "when you're done unpacking your...things....I can't at least show you some of the weird magic shops."

"Odd is good, I drink blood, so yes, I'd say odd is good if you're gonna live with me," he laughed a little at her milkshake bragging, "good gods, I grew up in cities, you talking is interesting." It was nice actually, seeing someone so lively when he'd felt dead for so long, yes living together wouldn't be bad.

"Pretty sure curses are illegal, and plenty of humans do magic," he looked her up and down, "and fine, I'll just hang out here, not like I got anyone else to go with." He tilted his head and downed his soda, it was odd, he'd seen a lot, things that would break most people, but yet this was something new, or perhaps something he just missed badly.

He clicked his tongue in thought, "we probably got some classes together, so tomorrow I'll show you to a few. Don't worry, they want feed you to the hydras unless you misbehave," he said sarcastically.

Ash rolled his eyes, "ah yes, your powerful womanly charms, they've hypnotized me, I'm at your whim," he said it all with sarcasm and just a hint of grumpiness. "It's like I've been enslaved by a spell," it was odd talking like this again, a somewhat normal conversation with someone his own age.

"I got here...maybe a month ago," he thought for a moment, "something like that, I don't keep track of time real close." Time stopped meaning much after he went on the run, all he could was survive, time had become nearly meaningless when one had little interaction with people. "I don't know anyone yet," he sorta waved his hand in a gesture to show it didn't really matter, or at least he acted like it didn't.

"Dear gods, you're like a southern bell you see in the movies," he laughed a little, "afraid accents fade once you start living in different places, mine did, it'll probably never fade fully though." He used to have an odd accent originating from the west coast of the U.S.

"Interesting books you got there," he said, raising an eyebrow, "keep your fantasies on hand to read?" He was teasing her again, "not proper for a good farm girl," he said laughing just a little. "To think you come off as sorta pure," he leaned his cheek on one of his hands. She was an attractive girl, he did notice this, his eyes dud very briefly wander over her, though it might be hard to notice him doing it.

"Yeah yeah, you're tiny, I know," slipping into the bathroom, he returned with a step stool for her and set it beside her, "wrestling a bull sounds interesting, though fighting animals and tying them up seems a bit mean." He tilted his head and watched her work.

He chuckled a little, "nocturnal? No not anymore, I was but I'm trying to get back into day life again," he missed being human and everything that it brought. "Girlfriend? You don't listen to well, do you?" he shook his head, "I said I've only been here a month and didn't know anyone, so no, I don't have a girlfriend."