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Arashi gave a light laugh. “Philippe mentioned roughing him up too, but it was mostly if he hurt me.” The boy kept the smile on his face as he shook his head lightly, eyes dropping down to look at his tea. At the story of the witch being turned he looked up at the man, biting his bottom lip hard. “I’m so very sorry about that…dark magic isn’t any good to dabble in..” Since the possession he’d suffered he hadn’t practiced any of his own dark magic abilities. The necromance ability had been what drew the demon to him, so he’d put a hold on all that. “You saved his life though. I think you should be proud of being able to do that.” He reached out to gently touch Patrick’s hand, fingers softly caressing the top.

Patrick supposed that the rest of his existence was going to be a constant attempt at not reacting at that name. He skipped over that part, replaying instead his words about Noah. That was a sorrow that was easier to rehash because it had contained some hope of a happy ending. Patrick nodded, viewing Arashi’s fingers against his hand, but not really feeling the action. “Thank you...though I’m not sure i saved him anything in the end. Some say this type of life is a curse not a blessing.”

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“It pays good. I do a lot of filing and make a ton of coffee runs.” He smiled as he looked up at the other male, watching him as he lifted his mug to sip at his tea. “You have another fledgling?” He turned his head to the side as he looked at the man sitting across from him. “Well. I do hope that you stay.” He sipped his tea again, enjoying the sweet taste of the tea.

“You let me know if he overworks you and I’ll rough him up a bit,” Patrick teased with a grin. His face sobered slightly and he nodded. “Yes. His name is Noah. It was...he was a friend. A witch. He dabbled in too much dark magic and ended up opening a door that let something eat him from the inside out. I was trying to help him...when I couldn’t.” He gave a sigh, palms outturned. “I’d just left Russia...and i wasn’t in the best state of mind to begin with. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing the one friend it felt like I had left so...in a moment of grief and panic I turned him.” Running a hand through lose strands of hair, the vampire sighed. “I am not particularly proud of myself.”

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Arashi watched as Patrick paid for their order, his ash eyes moving up after a moment to rest on the vampire’s face, giving him a soft smile as they received the drinks. “Thank you,” he said softly before moving to take a seat. “I’m sure. Everything gets better with time. And yes. I have a job. Easy little thing. I’m an assistant to this lawyer I met in town.” At the mention of him not staying the boy bit his bottom lip lightly. “I’m sorry to hear that. I would have really loved seeing you about here.”

“Assistant to a lawyer? I hope it pays well,” he murmured with interest. From what he knew those jobs could be high maintenance and demanding, but then...Arashi had always had an oddly calming atmosphere about him. He was adaptable, and Patrick fully believed the witch would excel at any task he put his mind to. Shrugging off the pout in his companion’s tone he shrugged. “We’ll see how it goes. My fledgling seems to like it here, and I am hesitant to uproot him again so soon. I have to weigh some things first before I decide.”