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"It'll get replaced." He puffs out some irritation about the subject. "Eventually. I'll put in a complaint. It might be done by next year."

"Well, I could just walk away from her orders, but there's a hierarchy to listen to, and you can't just walk away from the familia. They'll probably kill you. I probably should've mentioned that earlier..." He muses, scratching his chin. He acts as if it's no big deal..

Vincent can't help but snort a bit. "Or next millenium?" Bureaucracies can be fairly slow especially with all that red tape and all.

He frowns, very unhappy about this new information. "Yeah, you should have....it might have changed my decision a bit." Considering that now, it seems neither option would have ended well. If he killed someone using his magic by accident, death through the legal system...and now this on the other side. Lovely.

"Or next millennium." He rolls his eyes. For as slow as things move there, he wouldn't be surprised...

He smiles, his cheeks a little flushed in embarrassment. Oopsies. "Well, the good part is, unless you climb the rankings and get up as high as I am, nobody will notice, probably. A lot of regular old people just use the system as a means to get on their feet, even though they're not supposed to, and they get away with it. I'm kind of unique. An old doctor, talented with demon magic, you don't come across demon-magic healers too often. You should be fine. Probably."

Vincent starts giggling a bit, unable to help himself. Bureaucracies never change it seems.

He still looks really unhappy at Vincent once the topic is on the family again. "I still would have liked to know beforehand." He's kind of pouting without realizing it at the moment. Because what if he's one of them who can't get away with it? What if he catches the attention or something? It could be bad.

"I'm sorry." His smile is gone, and the words sound genuine. It's startling how he went from brushing it off to apologetic in just a single moment like that. "Look, I forget sometimes. I forget not everyone can just outlive things, but I'll do everything I can to make sure you have mobility, the ability to get out when you're ready to leave. I promise." He looks up at him, and somehow his blinded eyes can find his face and look him right in the eyes.

Vincent blinks a bit, surprised at the change in Liet. Just a moment ago, he was acting like it was no big deal or anything. What Liet says touches on his worry about this entire thing. He can't survive everything...what if he gets shoved into something that he can't survive? The thought scares him. "Really?" He asks softly. He's learned to not trust people too much.

"Really. You have my word on it, and my word is as good as gold." He offers him a small smile, in hopes he'll understand.

Vincent just smiles at him before hugging him, a bit tightly. "Thank you." He says softly. All he wants really is to feel a bit safe...eventually have a place to stay. Basic things. He can work from there.

"You're welcome." He smiles, he closes his eyes. After the tender moment passes, it becomes clear that he's not letting go. He remains clung onto Vincent, occasionally running his fingers through the younger one's hair. Harold seems quite agitated about it, but he keeps his grumbling below the sound of the radio.

Vincent is a bit surprised, but at least part of him doesn't mind. His touch is a bit soothing to say the least and he leans into it. He does miss the days when he was close to people and everything.

(What if...his parents gave him up in an attempt to keep him from getitng into the magic mafia like they were? They failed if that's the case XD)

(That would be hilarious lD I can see it happening.)

Liet is perfectly happy to cuddle him. If left undisturbed, he's likely to hold him the whole way there. Trissie turns to face them and grins,
"You gotch yerself a new one yeah? He'll outlive yah kiddoe. How old are yah anyways?"

(Yay lol :3)

And Vincent, at the moment at least, is perfectly good with the cuddling. Though that won't last forever more than likely. He blinks at the woman a bit before his brain finally starts working. "I'm 22." He isn't sure what is meant by that first part, but that middle part, he knows already.

"Yeh, he'll outlive yah alright. You just think of ol' Leet as a o-n-s yah hear?" She turns to the front and folds her arms behind her head, "Ah've seen him mourn the last partner he had, back when I was a wee lassie, and it ain't all that pretty." Liet, strangely enough, keeps silent on this topic. He has his face buries in the crook of Vincent's neck.

Vincent just looks up at her, a bit confused. "What?" What's an ons? He has no clue at this point, though he feels like he should maybe. He makes a weird little noise of his, looking at Liet. That's one of the reasons why he wouldn't want to live forever or anything. He'd eventually leave everyone behind or something. He kind of pets Liet a bit...well...more his hair.

(He'll be a vampiric pikachu by the end of it XD -might be joking-)

"One night stand, kiddo. You bam 'em, slam 'em, thank-you-ma'am 'em." She laughs and Liet rolls his eyes. His face and voice do carry only the slightest hints of sadness. "Just ignore her. She's teasing you. She means well." He pats his shoulder, and he lays there too and allows Vincent to play with his hair. It's still frizzy from being electrocuted, but it smells of apples and perfume...

Vincent frowns a bit. He's not one for a one night stand. He hasn't had one yet at least...and that's a feat for some people. He doesn't really know what to say. "I guess that's fine....as long as everyone is on the same page and all." He says softly without adding the bit about emotions and all. He doesn't think he could do that. He tries to get Liet's hair to not be so frizzy...though he probably will never succeed at it.