Conflict of Interest - ML & Yoku
 

This is a Boy Love rp, if you don't like it you've been warned


OOC Thread
Donevin Whitman


Vincent


Sighing Don looks around the the piano room he's sitting in, listening to music instead of playing the piano. Looking out the window overlooking the campus grounds of the college he notices a guy in worn out clothes being hazed by some of the other students of the college. Clicking his tongue in annoyance he's about to turn away when something about the guy catches his interest. Watching for a moment, he reaches into a bag to pull out a tablet and flicking it to unlock it. Looking down at the screen his fingers fly about as he breaks into his mother's account for the college, even though since he knew the password already it wasn't really breaking in, and brings up the student logs by picture. Scrolling through the image he finds the guy that caught his interest. Noticing further down on the info page that 'Vincent' hadn't yet paid his tuition even though he's already put in a claim for an extension. Logging back out he pulls out his phone, checking the time on it.

"Good, I can call her now since her meeting should be finished." Quickly looking through his contacts list he dials his mom's cell number, "Hey mom? I have a favor to ask of you. I want to you pay for a particular student's tuition using my account." Putting his tablet back into his bag he slings his bag on his shoulder as he leaves the room. "Yeah, I know what I'm doing and this is what I want to do, I have my reasons...No, I don't want you to waive the tuition, I want to pay for it with the money I've earned from those competitions when I was a kid." The door closes shut behind him, the room being sound proof like the other music rooms so no one can hear his call.

This kind of thing pisses Vincent off actually. They're all adults, so why do they have to act like stupid little two year olds? At the same time, he's just looking for a way to escape. He doesn't want to fight, there's nothing to gain and things to lose if he does. He'd rather just be left alone.

Eventually, the others get bored and he is able to escape. He doesn't have a computer at home, so he heads towards the library to check what things he needs for his classes, if any work is already posted so he can get a head start...or at least know when it's due. He's mainly worried about money, the rest? He can deal with. He can get the work done and ignore the bullies and the like.

Now that his call was finished, Don wonders around the campus until he finds the students that were hazing the guy Vincent earlier. They apparently like to hang out at one of the gazebos near the library and smoke there when they don't have any classes. As he approaches them they notice him and look up. Seeing the hard look in his eyes and the frown on his face, they know he's there's to pick a fight since any other time 'Donevin Whitman' doesn't talk to anyone or hangout with anyone unless he's picking a fight. Smirking at each other they think they have this fight in the bag since they out number him. When he gets close enough the first one takes a swing at Don, which he easily ducks since he saw the punch coming, punching the guy in the gut in return. Using the first guy to keep balance he kicks the next guy in the face as he comes at him, the guy trying to stop the blood as he holds his runs and makes a run for it. Looking nervously between the two of them, the last two nod to each other and try charging Don. Ducking down into a crouch as they lunge at him, he grab the left one's right leg, and the right one's left leg, and pulls on their legs to pivot them into each other, smacking their heads together.

"At this age you guys should know better than to mess with people like a bunch of playground bullies. People like you really tick me off. Go to the medic center and get yourselves cleaned up and grow up." Spitting on the grass next to the gazebo he turns and leaves, pulling out his cell to let his mom know about the students and where to get footage of the hazing they've been doing. He'll probably have to pay a fine like usual, but at least with that he won't get kicked out of the college. But he'll probably get in trouble with one of his professors for missing class because he had to go to court for beating some guys up. Glancing around he sees Vincent through one of the windows in the Library. Stopping he watches him for a few moments.

Vincent happens to notice the fight out of the corner of his eye, but he looks away. Look, the guys deserve it and it isn't like he can stop the fight at the moment. He doesn't want to end up with a beat down as well. Though, for some reason, it makes him feel a bit guilty that he isn't trying to do something at least.

But since he isn't going to do anything about it at the moment, he goes back to what he's doing on the computer. It's more important in the long term, at least that's what he's telling himself. Thought, after a bit, he's feeling the hairs on his neck standing up before he goes to looking around, wondering why he feels like that. Then he sees Donevin and lifts an eyebrow. A guy is just randomly staring at him? It's a bit creepy.

"Hm...? Sorry mom, I got distracted." He turns away as he explains to his mom on his cell about the videos she'll need. In general the fights did disappoint his parents, but after they see the videos they just sigh and reluctantly accept what happened. They just wish he'd stop soon so that he doesn't get himself killed when he comes across someone with a knife or gun.

He decides to head to class early, his next class being one for Physics I. Having already finished his assignment he had no worry about getting it done, it was also already printed out in his bag too. Though to be honest he didn't like the professors tone with the students, always talking like they didn't know what they were doing and playing favorites too. Like to people with the same answers and one gets a lower grade than the other because one doesn't pay as much attention in class. Pulling out his tablet again he looks over Vincent's files once more since he's bored and no one is there yet. Then he notices how they are in the same class for Physics.

"Huh, he must sit behind me then, no wonder I haven't noticed him before now. Maybe he's that one kid that's always answering the questions when everyone else is quiet. That's what I get for napping in class and not paying attention." Yawning Don decides to lock the tablet and put it back into his bag, then leans back in his chair and takes a nap.

Vincent frowns a bit before shaking his head a bit. He checks a few more things before getting up and leaving the library, making sure to go out an exit away from that guy. He doesn't know why he got into the fight, so he'd rather avoid a potential altercation. He would run, but that doesn't mean he would be fast enough.

Soon enough, he heads to his class, sitting towards the back. People say those in the back are the lazy ones, the ones who will make worse grades and not pay enough attention. It isn't the case for him, he just doesn't like being that close to the board or projectors usually.

Then he sees the guy from earlier and just stares at him from his seat. He sighs a bit, seeing the other asleep. His conscious forces him to get him and lightly shake the others shoulder a bit. "Hey, class is about to start."

"Hm?" Looking up groggily Don just stares for a moment until his brain finally catches up with him. "Oh...Thanks for letting me know. I never noticed you in this class before, do you sit in the back or something?" Don really didn't care where he sat, he just normally seats in any not taken seat the first day and sticks to it. Looking behind him he sees where Vincent has his belongings. "Doesn't it get lonely back there? And isn't it hard to see the board?" He was trying to find out some more things about Vincent, since he's the first person to quip is interest since he first saw a piano.

Vincent does look a little bit anxious, wondering if, maybe, he should've just left the other to his sleep. "Um...no problem. Yeah, I tend to sit in the back." He wants to focus on his studies. He isn't against making friends, he just has other things he's focusing on and all. He shakes his head a bit. "Nah, and I prefer it over being at the front." He says, shrugging a bit "Especially when the professor uses a projector or anything."

As the other students begin filling in Don debates about moving his seat back there, knowing that he'll probably fall asleep anyways as is in this class. He had taken the class before and was getting almost perfect scores on all the assignments and tests, but towards the end of the semester, when he called the professor out in the middle of class for how he tried the students, even if his answers were correct he was still getting no credit for his work. He'd gone to the head of the department because of it and showed the professor what this one was doing. So even though he 'failed' it last semester the professor has no choice but to pass him, but he still has to come to the class, which is why he tends to fall asleep. Finally making a decision, Donevin grabs his stuff and moves to a sit in the back next to Vincent.

"Don't worry, I'm probably going to fall asleep again anyways." Making himself comfortable, everyone watches Don nervously, probably thinking he's going to do something. Closing his eyes he ignores all of them and quietly taps the fingers of one hand on the desk like he's playing the song 'Holy Night'.

Vincent just sits back in his seat, doodling a bit before the class starts. He thought of being an art major, but he decided to go with money instead....at least then he could afford to draw as a hobby at least. He kind of stiffens a bit when he notices Donevin joining him in the back.

"Why are you taking this class if you're just going to sleep? Why not take something that you're interested in?" He isn't too interested in physics, but he needs to take it and can't afford to not pay attention. Well, he can't really afford it period. "Like music?" He guesses when he hears the rhythm of Holy Night.

"If it wasn't for that snob that teaches this class I wouldn't be sitting here, and since he's the only one that does teach it I have no choice but to take this particular class. Though I suspect that after this semester he might get shuffled somewhere else or fired. What with the way he's been doing things anyways. As for why not going for a music degree is because I simply don't need one. I've been having people hounding me since I was a kid and fed up of it for the time being. Don't really play much anymore anyways." Looking over at Vincent he notices the doodle, a bit surprised when he sees it. "You're pretty good at that, have you thought about doing commissions? If you're liked enough you can make some big bucks online doing art. A buddy of mine from when I was a kid made a song for a commercial and has made almost half a mill off of it."

There's suddenly a bang as the professor flings the door open and strides in, dumping his folders and books on the desk. Seeing Donevin sitting in the back he smirks, a bit of malice in his eyes.

"So mister Donevin has decided not to distract those in the front with his snoring, excellent! I can actually teach the class for a change and maybe those of you who haven't been doing so well will not fail the class. Now." Turning around he begins writing formulas on the board and explaining their uses and why they are the way they are.

"I thought there was someone else teaching this...or maybe that's only during the summer?" Vincent can't really remember at this point. He goes with classes that fit in the schedule more so than who teaches them, unless the teacher seems really horrible or something. "Well, it doesn't have to be a major or a minor, just something on the side to balance out the classes you hate, maybe?" He doesn't need to take foreign language, but he's definitely going to take one. It's always good to learn and this is his chance even if it's hard financially. "Ah...well....it's not that good, but either way, I don't think anyone would pay...and they'd have to wait too long probably..." He says chuckling a bit sheepishly.

He kind of jumps at the band and frowns at the professor's words. He doesn't have to be an ass. He just rubs his face a bit before he starts taking notes.

Don couldn't wait for the class to end, he nodded off a couple times, but some jerk in the back decided he'd make a good target for throwing eraser pieces at, or else they were meant for Vincent and just hitting him instead because they had such bad aim. Pretending to be asleep he spots who the culprit is, the girl snickering in their direction because apparently she found it highly amusing. After roughly an hour and a half the professor finally finishes his class, handing back the quiz from the previous week.

"I've written notes on the papers of those I'd like to speak with after class, just drop by my office during my hours so that I may speak with you." Looking at his paper Don can see there's more read marks than need be on it considering that all his answers were correct, just not writing his answer out in complete sentences is all. Though the professor took almost half the points off for each question when it states on the quiz that written portion is only worth ten percent of the grade. Shoving the paper in his bag he gets up and leaves the class room, going to the side of the door and leaning on the wall at a spot where people in the room can't see him. As the girl who was throwing erasers walks out he grabs her shirt and pins her against the wall.

"I was always taught not to hit girls, but I have to say you're really getting on my nerves. I had always thought girls were more mature than guys, but you're nothing more than a snot nosed brat who thinks its funny to annoy people."

"That was an accident! I wasn't aiming at you!" The girl shakes, obviously realizing she must have hit him a few times. Hearing this Don narrows his eyes, his expression going from annoyed to ticked off.

"Honestly, what you said just made things worse for you, picking on people just because you're jealous of them. How about this, instead of being so self centered and thinking you can just do what the hell you please, be smart for once and actually think about how you would feel if some dumb ass did that to you." Shoving her to the side she falls on her butt, shocked she got away without getting beat by him. Scowling he turns and leaves, obviously in a bad mood. He heads for the student center and goes to the third floor where people are not usually at and sits down at the piano up there. Looking at the keys silently for a moment, then brings his hands up to the keys and begins playing Horowitz' variation of Bizet's Carmen.

Vincent just ignores any eraser bits that hit him. It's not worth it and it's just eraser. It's not like it hurts, but it is really annoying at times. He's just hoping that, somehow, they aren't hitting the guy next to him. They probably are though considering the girl is missing him a bit. He just looks at his quiz, his head tilted a bit. He's mainly just paying attention to any mess ups so he can study those bits more when he gets to it.

He does notice the red on the others paper. "Did....you miss a lot of them? Or is he just being picky on something?" He asks softly, so if Don wants, he can ignore it. He does know the professor can be picky, but it doesn't seem that Don would do too bad in the class though maybe he's just stubborn or something and isn't completely following the directions? He doesn't know.

He leaves the class after getting his stuff together, kind of waving at Don a bit. "Bye." And off he goes. This time to the student center. He likes it there as long as people in the game room aren't being too loud. Sometimes they can get really loud where you can hear them upstairs. Later, either Vincent either has good hearing, or he's somewhere on the third floor, and he hears the piano. Like a two year old, he heads to the music to see who's playing and to watch and hear them.

Venting his frustrations at how mean people can be towards people just to make themselves feel better, he plays the song with harsher notes, but the beauty of the song still rings out from the piano. Adsorbing himself into the music the world around him slowly fades away so that its only him and the piano, and slowly but surely the emotions in the song become much softer and gentler. Feeling much better after the first run through he does an encore of the song, playing it in a more up lifting spirit when he hears some kind of soft sound, like a shoe squeaking and looks up. His hands freeze over the keys when he sees Vincent and just stares at him, not sure what to say or do since he's been caught playing the piano for the first time in roughly thirteen years.

Vincent is just going to watch him, that's all. It doesn't bother him, the harsh notes. He just likes to hear people play, especially things he doesn't know how to play. He does freeze when Don does. "Ah...." His eyes are going a bit wide. "Sorry, just wanted to listen to who was playing...I'll....just go now I think." Since it's obvious that he doesn't want people listening or anything.

"No, its alright, just didn't think I'd draw any attention considering I'm playing so poorly. I'm completely out of practice, I'm letting my emotions control me too much, and my hands are cramping horribly. But I just had to get that out. People some days just really tick me off and I haven't had a good vent in a while and just had to find a piano." A bit nervous with Vincent being there he tries to cover it up by massaging his hands some since they were a bit sore from the unusual use he was putting them through. After doing that for a bit he stretches his fingers by spreading them apart as much as possible, small snapping sounds audible from the pressure in the joints being relieved.

"If you want I could play a song for you, as long as I know the piano piece anyways. I haven't looked at a music score in ages, I feel out of touch in a way." He sighs a bit, a bit frustrated that he's playing so poorly. Don might have been a genius at playing as a kid, but he could tell how bad he was doing from lack of practice, even if most people probably wouldn't be able to tell. "Oh, by the way, there's apparently different mathematical equations that have been discovered in notable pieces, whether it was by chance or not I don't know, but for a math degree that class is required and figured it would expand my horizon."

Vincent tilts his head a bit. "Well, I still think it sounded good, it definitely sounded better than me at least." He says smiling a bit. "And sometimes, emotions put into it....well, it can make it sound better." He shrugs a bit. "I think it's a good way to vent." He used to do something similar when he used to have a guitar. "How long has it been since you've played?" He asks.

"Ah, I just came up here to listen, so if you want to play play something, if not...that's fine too." He doesn't want to Don to feel like he's trying to force him. "Well, that kind of makes since with the golden ratio, maybe it applies to music too?" He has no clue.

Positioning his hands over the keys, Don takes a relaxing breath and begins to play a more soothing song. "This one is pretty soothing, I would play this for my parents a lot when they were home, which wasn't often and they usually didn't have much time." While talking he plays the song several times since its a short one, going from the end into the beginning again smoothly. "And yes, the Golden Ratio is one, but I believe there was also the Fibonacci Sequence as well that some songs were following along that. Though after a number, thirteen I think it was, it would basically repeat from the beginning again." Quiet for a moment as he plays, he debates whether to actually tell Vincent or not, and sighs mentally and decides to just go ahead.

"I haven't played since my last competition when I was about twelve, and the reason why I stopped playing was because I got into a fight with some of my classmates and hurt my hand. It was only a scrap, but I wasn't allowed to stretch my hand like when I played because then because it would slow down the healing process with constantly breaking the scab. That was actually when people started making me mad to be honest. Bullies don't normally get caught and have their behavior corrected mostly because the victim is too scared of them to tell or doesn't believe an authorize figure can help them for whatever reason. So I took things into my own hands. And since you mentioned playing an instrument, what was it you used to play?"

Vincent just moves and sits nearby, smiling a bit. Music makes him happy. Especially when other people are enjoying it too, whether they're playing it or just listening to someone else playing it. He frowns a bit. "Why weren't they home?" He asks. His parents were never there, but they were literally never there. He doesn't know if they're alive or anything...and he can't find it in himself to care. They didn't take care of him so he has no real connection to them. He chuckles a bit. "You know a lot about this?" He at least feels like Don does.

"Why'd you get into a fight?" He has to ask. He doesn't fight, mainly because he doesn't see the point, at least for himself. "Why didn't you go back to playing when you were healed?" He's curious, but if Don doesn't want to say, he'll leave it be. "Or it just isn't worth it...plenty of times, if you tell someone, it just gets worse." He says, having had it happen to him a few times before. "Used to play guitar...someone at a home taught me it."

He continues to play the piano for a few moments before finally answering, "My mother is the Dean of the college and is always busy, my dad is a popular local artist so he goes out playing and doing tours a lot, so they were just not home often. Mostly only home for the holidays really. I know they love me, they spoiled me a lot as a kid, but I was always sad seeing them go. They would always come to my recitals, which at times did cause complications with their schedules. They would at least try to come just to watch me and then leave, so I was usually with my nanny a lot, and she would always have me play for her. As for the mathematical equations, not as much as I'd like to know, and I could take the class that talks about it in more detail, but the professor that teaches it couldn't do the class this semester because one of the other professors had a baby last semester." Tired of playing the song he switches to 'Mary had a Little Lamb' and plays that several times over while talking before answering the last part.

"I had seen those boys picking on another boy, the kid was just minding his own business with his assignment when the other students took it and ripped it up. The boy was a little better than me grade wise, so I think he might have been picked on for being a 'teacher's pet' and it just made me mad because the kid had worked so hard to get a good grade on it. Next thing I know I'm punching the kid. My mind just kind fo goes blank when that sort of thing happens and I act without thinking, so I usually got into trouble. But as I entered high school the sports guys thought that was pretty cool of me, even though some of them had once done those things I beat people up over. Probably had something to do with my explanation to them. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it was along the lines of 'no one has the right to take away a person's happiness by bullying them since I wouldn't like someone doing that to me.'"

"As for why I stopped playing I had been banned from competitions for a while because of the fight, and since my parents ever really listened to me play when it was a recital it just didn't feel as exciting anymore." Coming to the song of the song again he finishes it and stops playing. "Guitars are interesting since there are so many different types, and they can make their own unique sound based on how they are made, who's playing it and how they are playing it. Maybe we should get together some time and play together, which would make for an interesting combination to be honest." Smiling he laughs a bit, trying to think of a good way to mix a guitar and a piano together.

Vincent frowns a bit. "That's kind of sad though...you all not getting to spend time together." Which is funny in a way, he never knew his parents and he doesn't consider that sad, but that Don knows his parents and didn't get to spend time with them? Sad. Very sad. "But it's good they tried to go and everything, even if they had to leave right after." His foster parents didn't come to anything he did, but he couldn't blame them. Usually whatever family he was with had other foster children, and they couldn't just leave them alone. "Maybe you can take it some other time." He says simply, smiling a bit when he changes to MAry had a Little Lamb.

"People are dicks." He says simply. "Remember that. That way if you meet one that isn't a dick, it'll be a pleasant surprise." Of course, even though he says that people are dicks, he'll still try to be friends as long as they're willing to try. "People seem to bully because they're unhappy about something, like a lack of power or something. Or in rare cases, because they like the person and won't just say it like a normal person." He shrugs a bit.

"But the fight wasn't during a competition or anything." He frowns a bit. "I would've gave you a second chance...a second fight would've gotten you banned for awhile." He says shrugging a bit. "I played guitar because I liked it...so no real recital like things for me." He says simply. He didn't learn to get attention or anything, he learned, well, because someone offered and he found he liked it. "I would love to, but I don't have a guitar anymore."

Smiling happily, Don stops playing, "Yeah, it was always nice to see them. Before I'd sit down at the piano I would look for them, and spot them near the exit. So even if I didn't get to see them much I wasn't sad, just a bit lonely is all. Because of all the practice and recitals I didn't really get to make many friends, and let's just say the other kids that competed didn't really like me." He laughs a bit nervously, a little embarrassed by how his playing abilities made him enemies.

"Oh, I know they are, which is why I get ticked off. When I do see a nice person though I'm not surprised but rather happy. Unfortunately for me because of this issue I have people tend to get scared of me easily, even if they've done nothing wrong. I guess that's what happens when you get violent with bullies." Spacing out while looking at the keys he does Do Re Me on the piano.

"And no, the fight wasn't at a competition, it was at the private school I went to that I also took my piano lessons at." He avoids looking at Vincent's reaction, expect a surprised reaction. "Anyways, I have several different instruments in the practice room back home if you's like to take a look some time."

Vincent smiles a bit. Even though he does he best to act and try to feel like it doesn't matter, it does hurt that his parents wanted nothing to do with him or anything...and foster parents, well, they had to spread themselves among multiple children. And he was a relatively good child so they focused on the not as well behaved ones. They needed the attention more. "At least they tried.." He wishes he had someone like that back then, but too late now. "Eh, people shouldn't get jealous of each other, they're better than others in different ways, even if no one sees it."

He just nods a bit. "Well, unless they know the bullies are bullies, unless they know the reason for the fight, they will be like that." He shrugs a bit. "Maybe you should put yourself out there more or something?" It's a suggestion.

"Private school? I hear kids there can be even more dickish than the ones at the private schools. What's it like at a private school anyway?" He just hears how brand named things matter more since everyone can afford it comparitively to those in public schools. "Back home? Where's that?" He doesn't know if he wants to go there.

"Well, in private school you're separated by how well you do grade wise, and you can tell the difference. In the classes that don't do as well the students are...very unfocused in what they are supposed to do. While in the classes with the better grades for the most part the students were well behaved, besides those getting jealous of one another anyways. And of course we all wear uniforms, but that didn't really mater when it came to money. Some private schools offer scholarship programs but you'd have to check you're area for that." He closes up the piano, standing and stretching his arms.

"I've tried reaching out before but its usually apparent when people don't want to talk to me, so I've just given up. As for where my house is, about a thirty minutes drive from here, on the edge of the woods near the Rangers station for the woods. We have one of those wave emitting fences that deters wild life from roaming onto the property, and there's a lot of windows in the hallways and rooms like the living room. We do have a couple of guard dogs too, so you'll have to let me handle introducing you to them."

Vincent tilts his head a bit as Don talks. "I kind of wish public schools were like that....so those who need more attention get it...and the smarter ones aren't sitting there bored as hell not wanting to do any of the work because they know it already." In some classes, he did need some help, but in most? He was good. "They need to realize that school isn't a competition. Do your best and figure out what you like and what you're good at." That matters more in life.

"That's true, but there's probably been a person or two who would've liked to try and be your friend, but they were intimidated or something of the like." He frowns a bit at how far away the house is. "I don't know if I'd even have a way there...." He says. "I'm usually good with animals, but none of them have been guard dogs."

"Well, I could always give you a lift. My car is not fancy since I bought it myself, and it has some school stuff thrown in the back seat, but I wouldn't have a problem taking you there. Is there anyone you need to call first before you go over? I know sometimes parents can be over protective with their kids. And if that's the case then Wolfie and Bobbie should like you, just don't make sudden movements because they are part wolf." Grabbing his bag he slings it on his shoulder. "Though its a bit of a trek to get to the parking lot I parked in, didn't think I'd be coming to this side of campus to be honest."

"I don't care about fancy cars...all cars are good as long as they work." Vincent says, it's that simple to him really. He shakes his head. "Nah, no one to call, no one's waiting on me anyway." He says simply. "Part wolf?" He asks. "Hope you all actually looked up things and stuff...cause some people don't and then their precious pets end up killing them instead." He's watched a couple of shows where that happened. "I walk here from my place, believe me, any parking lot is closer than that."

Don chuckles at Vincent's comment, "We own three acres of land, two acres is used for hiking with them. They have free run of where they want to go on the property, and they have deterred plenty of people trying to break in as is. We've trained them to only lam a person or animal, not to kill, which took a LOT of training. We even have signs posted along the property warning people that our guard dogs will bite. As for the walled off area where they usually roam, that's the other acre around the house with a low wall. They wear e-collars that vibrate to tell them not to go over it. My parents also made sure to inform local authorities that these pups were meant to be guard dogs and that they've been fully trained and certified to do such, but just like any dog if they attack them we can't promise they won't have scars. The Rangers and Police are fine with it, they've even tested them themselves and are satisfied with what we've done." He leads Vincent to the parking lot and to his dark green Saturn Ion. "You can just toss you're stuff into the back seat." Opening the door on his side he does that himself, his bag landing on a pile of music and math text books. In the pile are books from Calculus I through Advance Calculus, some other random math books of lower levels, and music books of historical musicians.

Vincent smiles a bit. "Damn...I mean, I know you went to a private school and all, but damn. How much money do you all have? You're almost sounding like Bill Gates to me over here." He couldn't help but say it. Owning stuff like that is beyond his realm of comprehension. "Well, I don't want to know how you trained them, but that's a good thing to do..." If they kill a mentally challenged kid who just wandered there somehow, that would be bad. He nods a bit, to show he's still listening. He just gets in the car, putting his stuff in the back as he does. "So, do you keep a library in your car?" He asks, smiling a bit. He doesn't have a car. But he doesn't know if he'd have that many books in the back. He's kind of poking at them, looking at them a bit.

"Most of that was inherited actually, my mother was an only child and her aunt and uncle didn't have kids. They had a small business that they made a big profit from, you know about sprinklers right? My uncle invented the newer version that most people use now, the ones with the patterns and stuff. So when they both passed they left everything to my mom since they didn't have kids. The house itself has only five rooms besides a living room, kitchen and two full baths. Just the music room it the biggest and we also use solar energy, my mom is all over being energy efficient and everything. So we actually get money back from the town for the energy my family gets since we don't use most of them. She even had all the lights recently changed to LED bulbs because they use less energy and everything. At times it can be rough having to put up with it but I know she has good intentions." When Vincent says something about the books, he covers up his embarrassment by clearing his throat, focusing on the road a bit before replying.

"I like to keep my books to look back over them, though I haven't made a spot in my room yet, I might make a bookshelf out of some wood. The local home improvement store carries a lot of pre-cut wood and I can just ask them to cut it down if need be. Then all I have to do is nail it together after sanding and I'll have a new bookshelf. Though I don't know if I want to stain it or paint it yet, both would help preserve the wood after all." Finally they reach his house, the gate doors swinging open when the car come near. He pulls up to the three car garage, the solar panels on them shining in the sun light. Loud barking could be heard from the garage entrance as to large wolf looking dogs wait there and growl at the car.

"Well, that's kind of lucky I guess? For her at least." Vincent isn't sure of what to say at this point. His parents abandoned him, so maybe it's better those two didn't have kids. Or maybe they would've been awesome parents and everything and they just didn't get the chance. Sometimes he thinks too much into things and everything. "I can understand that, though for me it would be more I want to be self sufficient and not have to worry about someone else messing up my stuff." Now that he has his own property, he is a bit protective of it.

"Ah okay....you do know you can get a bookshelf for cheap at stores....or get a computer desk that has some built in. I always like those." It's the multiple use thing that he likes."Well, on staining or painting, it depends on your room, and whether you want it to match or draw attention." He likes colors, though his place doesn't reflect it really. He just takes what he can get to use. "This place looks gigantic." He states when he sees the house. "Big puppies!" He kind of squeals like a little kid. He likes animals, especially if they just want to be petted and loved on, though he isn't stupid enough to try that with these dogs.

"Actually if you don't mind the mess it makes and you get cheap but sturdy wood, you can make it yourself for fairly cheap. A lot of the furniture we have was actually my mom's aunt's and uncle's before they passed away, and most of it was stuff my great aunt made in her spare time. Who said a house wife couldn't make furniture?" He chuckles a bit as he approaches the dogs. Snapping his fingers he points to the ground, both of them laying down but the bigger of the two still growling. "Heel," the command is said softly, barely above a whisper. After a moment the dog finally stops growling and lays her head down while looking up at Don.

"So obviously you like dogs, so that won't be a problem. Walk over here slowly and crouch down so that you can present your hand from below their heads. This big one here is Wolfie, she's the head honcho between the two, and that's Bobbie her sister. They're both from the same litter but as you can tell Wolfie is the stronger of the two and more dominant." Don can't help but laugh mentally that Vincent had called them puppies, heck most dog crazy people probably would until they almost get bit.

"Hammers and my fingers always try to be friends when it comes to projects like that. They rarely get a long." Vincent says, halfway joking. "I say whoever can actually do the stuff, go for it." It's that simple in his opinions. He just stays behind Don for the moment. The dog is growling, he isn't stupid enough to do anything else at the moment...though he does smile a bit at how the dogs are training and everything.

"I like animals in general." He says. He just listens to Don before doing as he says....since he would like to keep all fleshy bits intact and all liquids inside of him. He just waits to see their reactions, wanting to pet them.

Wolfie sniffs daintily at Vincent's hand, snorts and lays her head to the side with her eyes closed as if saying 'yeah, whatever' to him. Next Bobbie sniffs his hand and after pausing for a moment as if debating over something, her tongue rolls out and she wags her tail.

"Well, Wolfie is fine with you and Bobbie probably wants you to play fetch with her, which might not be a good idea because she might knock you over trying to get the branch from you. Come on, we can get into the house through this door." Motioning upwards with his hand once Vincent is finished, he lets the dogs know they can go back to guarding. "I'll bring them out some food latter. We feed them home made dog food with fresh chicken. It's actually cheaper and healthier for them since they have to have a special diet anyways."

Vincent chuckles a bit at Wolfie's reaction. It's better than deciding that he looks tasty. At least to him. He just reaches out and pets Bobbie at her reaction. "I'll play with her sometime..." He doesn't care if he gets knocked down. He'll survive it to say the least. He pets Bobbie a bit more before getting up and following Don wherever he will lead. "I was just thinking that would be healthier. I'm not sure what all is in commercial dog food, but not all of it is good to say the least."

"Yeah, not to mention that this way its easier to tell what they are allergic to as well since dogs and wolves have allergies just like humans do." Opening the door they enter a laundry room with energy efficient top loading washer and front loading dryer. Through another door is the living room, large enough to hold a forty inch flat screen, a couch about six feet away from it and some chairs to the side facing the back windows. Off to the right is the entrance to the house along with the stairs. Further ahead of them is a combination kitchen and dining room.

"Through that window you can see the back yard, which is mostly just woods. We check to make sure the girls don't get ticks or anything regularly at the vets, but we take them on different days just so that at least one of them is around. You never know when someone might try something these days."

"That's a good point...if you didn't feed them that way and they started having an allergy to it...well, you'd have to start to figure it out..." Vincent could see a few people saying it's too much work and getting rid of their dogs or something. He just looks around at everything as they walk, eyes widening at how everything is. Now he's starting to feel like he shouldn't be here, that he doesn't belong here, though he isn't saying anything yet.

"Isn't there some kind of tick repellent for dogs?" It may not be perfect, but it would help, right? "Some people are stupid enough to try things when they know there are dogs and other dangers even." Some people don't care.

Don looks nervously at Vincent when he says that, "That's one of the things they tested with them. Apparently Wolfie and Bobbie will back off some, but will still follow the person until they see an opening. So whatever the person is using they would have to constantly keep it up. Once they stop though...even if they don't bite the person, they leave enough damage to usually make a person think twice before trying it again. They really don't like it when people use stuff like that on them." As he walks over to the stairs, he hopes he explains this well enough to Vincent, since there's several things that could be used to deter dogs.

"Do you want to go to my room first or the music room?"

"What?" Vincent says when Don looks at him like that. Some people are stupid and don't have any self-preservation. They might take the risk even with dogs there to bite them. "Like I said, some people don't have any common sense....or are high on drugs." He frowns a bit at the thought of that, especially if the person is on PCP, bad things could happen. He just follows Don. "Ah...whichever you'd rather do is fine by me...you've got a nice house by the way."