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<div align=center>As promised, Hadrian had tidied up his house for Ania. He'd cleaned and tucked everything away in it's rightful place. There were still a few empty canvases propped up against the wall in the living room though, and an open sketch book with a half finished drawing of Altair in it. He was missing his back end, though the already completed half was beautifully shaded, apparently Hadrian had gotten bored half way through. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, he'd left the heating on, and the house was warm to step into. The tiger barged through first, prowling the length of the hallway and turning into the large living room, most likely to take up his spot in the corner next to the radiator.

He held the door open for Ania, shutting it behind himself afterward and locking it. It had gotten dark by now, despite the large size of the house there was always something cosy about it that made it nice to go in to. He liked it when Ania stayed, it was boring when he was all alone in the house, even with the tiger for company. A tiger didn't substitute for a human though, at least not for her anyhow. He had ended taking her out for dinner in the end, though Altair had gone on without them, and had waited patiently outside the front door until they'd come back.

Hadrian unbuttoned his coat and hung it on the stand just inside the door, before turning and offering to take Ania's for her. It hadn't been raining, but the evening was cold and breezy. At least it wasn't going to snow anymore, Hadrian had had enough of snow for one year. He frowned a little, running a hand through his hair and hanging the girl's coat up on the stand, along with his. "I'm sorry things, y'know... Turned out like that." He murmured, "I just..." The boy shook his head.</div>

<div align=center>Hadrian wasn't usually one to apologize, he seldom swallowed his pride and spat the words out. In truth, he'd been just a little bit jealous. That was only part of the reason though, he was selfish to think like that he supposed, but he couldn't help it. Hadrian did have a rather nasty mean streak, but he made a mental note there and then to never ever lose it in front of the girl again. Losing it with her was impossible. She was the least infuriating person he'd ever met. "He just..." His brow furrowed as he tried to think of the right way to phrase it. "I got bad vibes."

He wanted to protect her and look after her, that was all. Though perhaps he should have been a little gentler. He shrugged, it had happened now and changing it would mess things up. Messing with the past was a terrible idea, no matter how short ago it was. He'd rather not risk that danger. It'd probably end up with duplicates of me. Hadrian liked himself, but not enough to want a double trailing around after him. That'd be far too much to stomach. He smiled when Ania's hand went to his forehead, and pressed a small kiss to the palm of her hand.

She was right, there was no use mulling over it. Hadrian wouldn't feel so bad by the morning anyway, he only really cared about her opinion of him. You're king lame from planet of the lames. A little voice whispered, he pushed it away and shook his head. "Do you want a drink?" He asked, guiding her gently in the direction of the living room. </div>

<div align=center>"I can make you tea, if you like." Hadrian offered, he wasn't a very good cook, but he could make tea easily enough. He had other things in his kitchen though, mainly wine and orange juice, he didn't really drink alcohol all that often so he wasn't really sure how he'd accumulated the amount of unopened bottles that he had. He was too fancy for beer and whiskey was unpleasant on the tongue. "Or cocoa." He thought he had that, anyhow. Her next question made him pause and think for a moment, he wasn't really sure why he decided to show up at that time. Hadrian shrugged, laughing softly. "I don't know." He returned, "lucky guess? I just wanted to come and see you."

Perhaps he'd had an inkling that she might be in a little bit of strife, he wasn't all that sure. Hadrian was prone to inklings and visions that he was pretty sure came along with his ability to time travel. The boy didn't mention it though. He shook his head when she asked him if he'd stop someone from being born, "though I guess it depends what they'd done." He'd probably do that if someone was about to commit a murder or mass genocide, wouldn't that make you as bad as them, though? A voice asked him, he shook his head in reply to it. No. Since no one would remember them if they had never been born, so there wouldn't really be anyone to miss them. You don't look like much of a murderer. He tittered softly as she spoke, "I should hope I don't."</div>

<div align=center>Tea wouldn't take very long, all he really had to do was turn the kettle on. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should bother lighting the fire in the hearth, "are you warm enough?" He asked, Altair yawned loudly, stretching his great legs and curling himself into a ball. He was very much like a house cat when it came down to it, he might have been big enough to weigh more than twenty tabby cats, but he certainly didn't behave any differently. Hadrian left Ania with him for a moment to cross to the kitchen and turn the kettle on, it only took him five minutes to make tea, and when he returned to the lounge he presented Ania with a mug.

"A cute murderer?" He asked, he'd never really considered any cute murderers. All the ones he'd seen had been straight up scary. He didn't think he'd be a very good murderer though, he'd probably never forgive himself after his first victim. "I'd be a terrible murderer." He finally stated, sitting himself down on the couch and crossing his legs. "What kind of game?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, a game might be fun without someone else there to put him in a bad mood.</div>

<div align=center>"And you can be my even-cuter-accomplice." The boy smiled a little, neither of them would make very good murderers though, she was far too nice and he'd refuse to get blood on his hands, as well as the fact that he didn't really want to murder anyone anyway. He got the gist that Ania probably didn't want to play truth or dare again, at least, not today anyway, that wasn't a very good idea. He didn't particularly mind though, truth or dare didn't appeal to him at the moment, at least not after earlier. Hadrian stifled a small yawn, and raised an eyebrow.

A movie might have been a good idea, he had to think for a moment about what he actually owned. He laughed, and nodded when she asked him if he remembered that zombie movie. "I remember that," he answered, smiling a little and tilting his head to the side. He didn't really mind if she sat on him regardless of the movie they watched, since he wasn't sure he had any ideas for any kind of game, either. Hadrian wasn't as imaginative as Ania was, not by a long shot. He half wished he was though, it'd be nice to have an exciting mind.</div>