❝ I th - think it does matter, ❞ he says with polite indignation, peering up at him with doe - eyed blues. ( Tall, tall, tall he hates it!! ) ❝ I - I mean —- there’s something, bad, a - about you! & I don’t l - like it! ❞ His soul is so young, inept in perfectly reading others’ auras to the point where he knows exactly what they are. It’s horrible : makes his head clouded, makes every sense foggy. ❝ Andy l - likes you though – even if you s - seem like HIM. & th - that’s what I don’t get. That’s why I - I want to know wh - what you are. ❞
“Being cryptic isn’t going to get you anywhere, I don’t know who the fuck him is but I’m not him. I’m me.” A bad taste crept into his mouth at being compared, and with it came a reminder of something he’d rather not think about. ( Especially now, with the boy’s words, HIM was someone terrible. But, he was VLAD, and Vlad would not take the fall for another’s actions. ) “There’s something bad about you too kid, yet here I am minding my own business about it.” Words were clipped but calm, prior irritation slipping forth. “I don’t care if you don’t get it, what I am doesn’t matter. Why Andrew likes me, doesn’t matter. Anymore questions?”
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