Private Finished Will You?

It was funny to Isaac to imagine that Tiffany thought he was so desirable that she might have competition. It wasn't like he had many other people in his life that were important to him. If he were being honest, the only significant person in his life right now was Tiffany.

He looked over at her while he waited by the microwave as it hummed away. "Because, as you know, I have tons of other girls lined up just waiting for me," he told her, obviously being sarcastic about it.

His smirk fell away and he became serious now, "I never thought for a minute that you were just pulling me around by my nose. That's just not like you." The microwave shut off - he'd disabled the tones on it because they were too shrill for his sensitive hearing. He fetched the thermos and sipped at it while he spoke, deep in thought.

"When we first met, I didn't expect you...or anyone for that matter, to end up becoming someone so precious to me. You're sort of the only person around here who's bothered to spend time with me. I consider myself lucky in that way."

He paused. Sipped. Tilted his head in consideration.

"I would have continued to stay by your side even if my feelings for you weren't returned. You've never abandoned me, the least I can do is stick around."

He fell silent, eyeing her from his spot by the microwave.

The rest of her life, huh...

It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it before, but he tried not to. Tiffany was human. That made her mortal. She was going to grow older as time went on, while he just stayed the same, frozen in time like the rest of his kind. It wasn't a pleasant thought. He may have led a somewhat normal lifespan until now, but what was going to happen ten, twenty, fifty years from now? His master had been very old - so old that he used to say that time would fly by for him. A hundred years had seemed like the blink of an eye. Was that what it was going to be like for Isaac?

He resolved that for now, he was just going to enjoy the time he had with Tiffany and leave those other thoughts for later. He shook the subject from his mind and focused on the conversation at hand instead.

It was amusing to him, the idea that he would be involved in anything for popularity or sex, neither of which were terribly interesting to him. He didn't feel the need to surround himself with people, and sex was just...well, in his past experiences it had been meaningless, more for their desires than his own. Blood was the only thing he'd ever had a craving for ever since he'd entered this immortal life. Sure, he'd had whims and such, but never desperate needs.

He decided to keep all of this to himself for fear that Tiffany might misinterpret it.

Isaac looked down at his thermos and shrugged, "I wouldn't say it's necessarily good; it's kind of like drinking a flat, diet soda. It does the job when you're thirsty, but it's not nearly as satisfying. You get used to it after a while, I suppose."

He wandered over to the window and pulled the heavy black curtain aside. There were still subtle hints of a sunset, but it was mostly dark by now, and the stars were starting to come out. It was still pretty early for him to be awake, but better to be up now and have time to spend with Tiffany before she got too tired.

Dropping the curtain back into place, he turned to her. "Is there anything in particular that you'd like to do this evening?" He wasn't great at coming up with activities...he supposed that was rather one of Tiffany's strengths.