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@r. tyler Minghao wasn't sure whether the expression on Tyler's face was a genuine one or simply the male wishing to fake it for peaceful purposes.

"Hm. I suppose so, staying busy means I have less free time. Which means less time to spend with people and....I'm okay with that. People are draining and quite frankly, I've seen a lot of horrific things in my life that I lost my sense of humanity...awhile ago."
Minghao's words seem...sorrowful but honest. He raises his shoulders to shrug as if he is done stating his piece.

@y. ning The cold compress almost felt like something heaven sent, leaning against a chair as the fabric was pressed against his face. If he could just stay like this, maybe the process would go much smoother.

As soon as that thought passed, something had to come by to completely wreck his chance at peace.

"CHRIS! HAVE YOU SEEN MY KEYS?"

The males body slumped for a moment, soon shaking in a fit of broken chuckles.

Ning.

Some of the worst timing in the world.

But now that there was someone in the middle of calming down this vampires murderous tendencies. And the sensation of fresh blood flowing in the area, sent all reason out the window.

Christian barely could register is own brain, moving before he could think or speak.

Only feet away from Ning. Like a looming shadow.

And that fear only made their blood smell even sweeter...

The vampire started to take steady steps towards the woman. Those stinging orbs for eyes pinning them.

"Why are you here right now, Ning..."

You should have went home. Just a moment of clarity in his mind. And Christian felt terrible for the moment of Ning being back at the wrong time.

@x. minghao When Minghao looked up, he be met with a gently grinning Tyler, the male's eyes softened as he tilted his head, looking genuinely happy.

"I'm glad that you're already doing apart of it, that's really good actually." He said, chuckling softly.
"I mean like i mentioned, i personally can't imagine doing all that because it is alot but you strike me as the type of person who can do it and hopefully, as time passes, it'll start getting a bit easier...or, maybe theres something about your schedule you could potentially adjust."

@r. tyler Being asked the question in return has Minghao quiet for a brief moment, his eyes averting to another part of the room they occupied.
He was taking a moment to truly think about the question as it even had him contemplating his own life choices.

"I am already doing part of my dream honestly...just a matter of whether I actually fully complete. As you mentioned earlier on, life gets in the way of most things we wish to do because of bills, providing for ourselves or independents etc. But I wish to become a MD. I have my masters degree hence why I am able to be a FNP under a supervising physician. But I have my own patients and I go into each exam room, sign off on chart notes and attend conferences to learn about new medications or procedures coming out. Its a lot...if you ask me."

Minghao ended his sentence like that, his gaze finally returning to meet Tylers gaze, wondering how he would react to Minghaos response.
He came off more on the introverted side but under the right timing, Minghao could talk a lot more than expected.

@y. christian Beyond the sprinkle of empty conversations and sly attempts from pretentious individuals to ease themselves back into the pool, Ning eventually found herself storming toward her car. "Aren't you cold? I reckon you are from how sheer the fabric is." The doll mimicked a horrid guest. "ing witch. Why I oughta slap the bleach off her skin-" the threat hung in the air whilst a hand haphazardly dug through the clutter of lip balms, makeup, and nail polish within her handbag. She'd left her keys.

The day honestly couldn't get any worse. Closing her eyes with a deep inhale, Ning turned her heel with a slur of curses. Chris had taken the night shift and she couldn't have been more grateful. The atmosphere tended to change under the moonlight. It made her skin crawl every time. As if there was a carnal hunger that loomed over the hotel. She didn't like it one bit, never had.

"Chris! Have you seen my keys?" The woman called out with a forlorn huff the moment she passed through the gates of the pool; too impatient to check if Chris could truly hear her. Weirdly enough, the man tended to hear... Well... Damn near everything. Dragging her feet with a roll of her eyes when she wasn't awarded a response, the darling turns to leave-- only, she'd caught a glimpse of the man's silhouette right then. "Oh thank God. Babe did you..."

Shards of broken glass ran through her veins. It was as if ice had sunk into her system and drained the blood from her visage. Cerulean, blue eyes had her cemented in place, too afraid to move, too afraid to run. The clatter of her phone hitting the floor visibly shook the young woman out of her trance, a sharp gasp filling her lungs with an unpleasant burn; she'd been holding her breath. "This can't be real. You're not real. I'm hallucinating. I'm-- I... No. You're not Chris. I..."

@x. minghao "I suppose that's is also true...i guess we've come to an....impasse, if that's the word."
He said, laughing softly before he looks down at his lap.

"And i suppose you're right about that as well. Though now i'm curious, do you have any dreams, Minghao?" He asked, looking over at the male after a few long moments of contemplation.

@c. yeonjun c. yeonjun 1 hour ago Reply
-the remark earned a low chortle from the bone-weary ravern haired, with a careless shrug of shoulders, he stepped inside the room.
maybe you're right.
-he agreed in an evident nasal voice, still recovering from the cold he'd caught a couple of days ago.
about both of those things. yeonjun, and you are?
-he extended his hand towards tyler.

"I typically am."
The male joked light, shooting an easy smile at the tired man as he folded his arms, noting the nasally tone but deciding not to comment on it.
"Tyler."
He said, looking down at hand that was provided before he reached out and gently grabbed it, giving it a sake.
"It's a pleasure...and if you need any of those things, I can provide, granted, i'll just buy you the drink, i don't drink myself."

@y. ning Goddamnit.

Goddamnit. Goddamnit. GodDAMNIT-

"//." Christian hissed between aching teeth, canines vibrating to a frequency that made the veins in his brain /throb/.

This ing job. This /ing/ job. Christian thought. These abysmal working conditions, the lack of care and everyone was either a drunk or a stain of spite in form as a human being. It was /sickening/.

Christian already had enough experiences to write an 100 page report on /already/.

He swore if he didn't have to keep up this ing facade...

"Come on come on come on..." The vampire was just speaking aloud to drown his growing thoughts of brutality. If continued, the serum wouldn't clean out his blood fast enough due to increasing bloodlust.

There was an opened case with a vile of firey orange liquid swimming inside. Cold to the touch. A special vent built inside of the small case that emitted dry ice and sanitation vapor. It took no time for the vampire to put together the syringe and tightly tying a rubber band around his bicep.

No countdown. Just pushing the needle through his skin.

Every dose felt like the rush of heroine flowing through the system. [He's had a long life] Leaving the vampire nearly breathless and high out of his mind for no more than 30 seconds. Fluttering eyes, growing fangs that slowly retracted inside, even the little beads of sweat on his paling skin. In no more than a minute, the melanin in his skin started to come back little by little.

But that was the only difference that was going to show right now. His crystal blue eyes were still piercing and his fangs barely changed sizes.

Since Christian hadn't taken his serum at the correct time, the affects were going to take their time.

The worst part about this were the heat flashes. There was already one coming in and Christian simply left his spot in the spa room. He needed a cold towel. Something to cool him down, even just for a couple of minutes.

@r. tyler Minghao wasn't sure if Tyler was trying to tell him something almost as if lecturing Minghao slightly but in a harmless manner.
His eyes squinting slightly while he silently judged Tyler's relatively intelligent commentary.
"Right...I won't argue with you there but then again we all do what is best for us, right?" He simply states.

His lips forming a thin line as he observes the facial expressions and body language made from Tyler. Noticing the small glimpse of joy that came about.
"Hm..well, I guess its simply a matter of actually putting forth the effort into turning your dreams into reality then. Its only impossible if you don't try. I'd say that you can succeed your dreams with great motivation and determination."

@x. minghao "I'm sure it is, but still, it's something you /need/ to for your sake and those who rely on you." He said, speaking in a manner that was suprisingly mature for someone so young looking.
"Self care huh...I go out dancing where i can." He said with a small smile as it was the truth, growing up it was the only thing that was forced onto him that he actually enjoyed.

"Nope....that's the funny thing about dreams right...you may want them but you don't always end up going for them due to well...life." He said, chuckling softly in a mildly sheepish manner, smiling with his eyes closed as to hide just how much the joy and lightheartedness the sound portrayed didn't quite reach his eyes.

@r. tyler Tyler's commentary about taking care himself was one he had heard over and over again. He understood that it is probably said out of concern but he was not a fun of hearing it.
"Yeah...That is true, I guess. Lots of people say that yet don't realize that its harder to take care of yourself than it is to take care of someone else most times. At least in my perspective. What do you indulge yourself in, for a self care day?" He questions out of pure curiosity but also to seem like he is interested in Tyler's life.

The speaking of art and drawing was a shocker for Minghao. He did not expect Tyler to choose that career nonethless be so honest about it with him. It earned a brief 'hm' sound from Minghao before he slowly nods his head as a form of showing he is still listening.
"Do you have any drawings..? Have you started doing small things to bring you closer to your digital artist dream?"

@x. minghao "Mhmm, i understand, I suppose if i was doing your job, i really wouldn't want to take time off either." He said, nodding his head bit. "Though still, you also need to take care of yourself if you are to take care of others in long run, no?"
He asked before he considers the question that followed, his arms folding over his chest.
"I guess, all of the above...i always did like making stories and drawing, so why not, combine them, ya know." He said. It was an answer he thought up on the stop, but frankly, the idea was rather appealing.

@r. tyler Minghao found himself getting confused at Tyler's would that suggested he wasn't a fan of being pampered. Though Minghao simply doesn't do it often so it isn't something he really thinks about.
"Hm. I guess not..also not a priority of mine. I know most people are huge on self care but quite frankly, me taking a day off means rescheduling or taking a day away from giving an opportunity for patients to be able to go be seen by a provider. Not really something I wish to do since its hard....enough for individuals to even take a day off anyway from their normal day to day life" he paused, noticing the expression that seemed to shift in Tyler's features. Had he struck a nerve? He wondered.
"Artist..for digital? Like comic books or..." the topic seemed to have peak an interest in Minghao while he leans up a bit in his seated position.

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The polite nod from the unknown male who still has yet to be identified was enough for Minghao.
He figured the man likes to be left within his peace.
"Over 100 is a lot...but its the job I signed up for. Though being pampered sounds...okay, I guess? I can see the enjoyment behind it. And if you weren't working this job what exactly would you be doing then?" He questions Tyler with a small hum.

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"That is a valid point." He said, nodding his head before he raises an eyebrow at the man's unsureness at the prospect.
"It sounds like it's something you're not really into." He said, looking over at Minghao with a curious look before for the first time he paused.
'What..would he be doing.' That question....held a bit more weight than he was expecting as he realized he never thought about it, his whole life he'd always been focused on either surviving or getting revenge.
"I um..." He mutters, looking down for a moment before he glances at Minghao's ipad.
"Artist probably...digital artist i mean."

@m. dacre Sharp, chocolate brown eyes caught the reaction to his scent and once again, an eyeroll was withheld, instead remaining as a gentle, coy smile while his gaze flickers down, scanning the man's face. He was very handsome, he'd give him that. His eyes then shifted down even lower at the man's bared chest, his gaze catching the medallion, and this time a scoff was withheld. Yes, the man was attractive, but just like that typical of his type, he was just entitled. Tyler knew the type well, he'd had plenty of experiences with them growing up.

"Mmhmm~" He said, nodding his head when the man asked for confirmation on his name before he followed his eyes, glancing back at the bar before his gaze shifted back to the see the man already looking at him again. The question that followed was immediately identified as plea for the male's ego to be d.

In response, Tyler took a moment to actively glare at the male who whose eyes were currently looking down at his body which was dressed in a manner meant to be just as inviting as his face was, a tight cropped shirt clinging to his skin and showing off a lightly developed pecs that sloped down into a faint abs and slender waist before sloping out again ever so slightly to his hips and his ample rear that was covered by tiny denim short shorts that only managed to cover him just modestly enough to make him decent enough for the public, leaving the bare skin of his shapely muscled thighs were exposed.

When the male looks up again, Tyler was once again looking up at him with a smile, his lips parting top answer the question before he noticed the male's hand coming and resting on his jaw, and Tyler had to give it to him, the man was atleast gentle and suprisingly charming though it didn't stop the feeling of irritation still festering in him or the apprehension he felt when he could tell the man was gearing up to potentially kiss him. He, still however, bit it back in favour of speaking.

"Because i could sense a kindred spirit i suppose...a man who just wants to have fun...plus...i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to see how your arms would feel around my waist like this." He said, the flirty, playful answer tinged with just enough truth to make him being ok with this despite how the man was acting before plausible.

@r. tyler Dacre's worn top was a button up with the chest is open well below the sternum. Hair compliments the outline of the open area, as well as a gold chain and medallion resting in plain view- the image on it looking catholic in origin. Nostrils flair, the warm skinned male in his arms also had a inviting smell, a subtle tug on the corner of his lips at the pleasant realization. The corporate businessman loved another who took care of their appearance and image, and in his current state, he's enamored.

An attentive gaze follows Tyler's movements, uncaring to be braced with back against the bar- he's fully under the belief he deserves this attention, because he does. With hands holding the slightly smaller, thinner male at the exposed waist line, thumbs rub against warmed skin in a circular motion;"Tyler hmm?" A single brow perks upward slightly, but it's brief, soon his attention shifts to the bar then back at the male expectantly, for they had made mention of more drinking but had yet to pull out any money or a card. "So tell me Tyler, what drew you to me, hmm?"

Of course he's fishing to inflate the ego a bit more. With grip remaining in place, his gaze lowers and lifts, eating the other male with eyes alone. That smile does nothing but engage his senses all the more, sight, touch and smell were easily pulling him inward.. a right hand retracts from the waist to grip gently at their jawline, brushing over the shape and toward the chin and back again with a thumb. Dacre is.. contemplating something.

@m. dacre The scent immediately caused the male to inhale it due to the male being so close, able to recognize over his own scent of caramel and cocoa butter and in response, his eyes flickered down, staring down at the male's chest for a moment he gripped his shirt tighter and by the time the man was looking back down at him, Tyler's were once again fixed upwards, looking into those warm eyes,

'Dacre huh?' Tyler mentally noted as continued to look back up at the slightly taller yet significantly strong male with a warm smile akin, scanning his face as once again a pang of irritation along with something a bit more carnal and sinister flashed in him 'I wanna to break him.'

"Mhmm, you certainly do have a point on that front, well in that case it's only right we spend some time together, no?" He asked softly, his plush, lightly glossed lips once again forming a smile that seemed way too enthralling and kind to be on the face of someone whose clothes left his waist completely exposed, leaving his slender waist to held onto while his skillful fingers slowly walked themselves up the man's chest to his shoulders, his body now sandwiched between Dacre and the bar, for all intents and purposes and to whoever gazed upon them, he seemed to be fully in the man's grasp. Oh, if only they knew.

"I'm Tyler, it's a pleasure to meet you, Dacre." He said

@r. tyler Being close to Dacre there’s a wooded, floral scent wavering off of him. It’s sweet to the senses but not overwhelming. It’s clear he’s enjoying the attention, it was nice to find someone who wasn’t afraid to express in the same way he did, albeit under the influence. Blue eyes scan the bar first, making sure he didn’t recognize anyone first before he allowed himself to sink deeper into impulsive infatuation. The hands on the chest kept him very attentive. “That we are. I don’t think you need me to tell you this community is mostly of a certain origin. It’s good to flock among those who you’ve got common ground with.. which, speaking of..” he’s hugging on them now, casually so at the waist;”What’s your name mister masseur? Dacre.” He clarified. Despite the light color of his gaze, it’s unusually warm as he meets theirs, standing 5’10 in height.

@m. dacre The male didn't know what exactly he was expecting next bit it wasn't the feeling of him being moved so suddenly and then pressed against his the male "Hmmph." The male gasps softly before he catches himself and lets out a soft moans insead.
"Really...well, i can't help it.." He said before he felt a pang of irritation race through him before he spaks.
""Ohhh, how are we alike?
He asked as before they finally arrived at the bar, his hands on the man's chest while he continued to look up at him.
"Ohh, do i seem like a masseur....and i can't say i'm suprised, you look like an intelligent guy"

@r. tyler Dacre was so calm, there’s no over thought, he’s simply engaging and enjoying the male’s company. A strong arm soon scoops around their frame, ushering them away from a busy and equally unpleasant crowd. People who didn’t appreciate a party. It was nothing malicious, only fun, and only someone of equal understanding could come to that conclusion which is what Tyler had portrayed.

“You spoil me.” A free hand rested at chest level upon the compliment, he’s smitten, other arm still held around their frame. People of status didn’t need to chatter with lesser. “Yes of course-“ he continues;”It takes a real man with an eye for true beauty to know when it is present. And I the same, you’re different like me, culturally as much as I. We’re alike you know.”

There’s a pause;”A masseur? Ah, makes sense.” He dotes with an affectionate tone. “I’m an entrepreneur, but more importantly I’m with Icarus’ corporate department. I deal with the financial side of things. I’ve an eye for it.” The two walk toward the bar.

@m. dacre Sharp eyes immediately caught the shift in demeanor and an eyeroll was forced back. 'Typical.' He thought to himself, used to men getting like this once they finally had someone who wouldn't push back too hard. Still playing the role of someone kind and submissive, Tyler allowed his hand to be gripped and then pulled on, watchful eyes filled with a malice that was hidden by faux kindness observing as the male kissed his hand.
For a moment, he noted the male did seem genuinely gentle, but gentleness now did little to curb his mistrust of the man.

"Mmm, I think we do actually, it's over at the bar. And that is true, having fun is an important part of life no, especially when it's with a handsome man such as yourself." He said while continuing to lead the man away and over to the bar.

"Oh, well, i'm a masseur actually, so i work in the spa department. And what about you...i can tell you're very well built...life guard maybe?"