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"I hope so. It's difficult. Imagine going from typewriters to voice recognition software! Thank god my mind isn't the first thing to go. Hey, could you look at me for a second Vincent?" He turns to glance at him. His clouded eyes seem to sparkle...

Vincent can't help but laugh a bit at his words. "I used a typewriter once or twice in my life....but that's about it. After that it was computers." Which he's kind of glad of to tell the truth. "Huh? What for?" Though he's already looking at him as he says it.

Liethell smiles at his face. It's so sweet and caring. He leans in close and presses a kiss to his lips, a tender and gentle one, as if kissing flower petals. This, in contrast to the much more playful kisses from before.

(D'aaaaw :3 His brain ignores him sometimes XD Or ignores his objections at least XD)

Vincent tilts his head a bit, wondering where this suddenly came from, not that he minds. He stills squeaks at the kiss, surprised by it. It makes him feel a bit different than the others, though he still has the same reaction of blushing. After a moment though, his brain decides to try and return the kiss.

Aww >u> Adorable~)

They're close together for a moment that feels much longer than a moment. When he releases Vincent from the kiss, he's smiling again, "A reward for all your hard work." He explains.

Vincent is bright red by the time Liethell pulls away. He looks away a bit, embarrassed a bit...mainly because of how much he's blushing now. "Ah....okay then..." For some reason that hurts him a bit....he doesn't see a kiss as a reward or a treat or whatever.

"You are too cute!" He beams, entirely unaware of poor Vincent's pain. "I could just eat you right up, you know. When I said I don't meet cuties like you often, I really did mean it." He beams and walks with his arm around Vincent's waist. He gives him a squeeze.

To Vincent, a kiss means a little bit more than that at least. He's not going to bring up how he feels, there's no point in it at this point when he doesn't even know why it hurts when the others didn't. He leans into him a bit, not fully thinking about it. He shakes his head a bit. "You're a strange one....but I think you already knew that."

"You're pretty strange too." He snickers, "You went to see a cross-dressing prostitute and didn't once question me when I told you about magic. You know, lots of people have a hard time getting over the fact that I have sex with men for a living, and here you and I are, walking the streets like we've known each other for years." He grins, but there's a salt of truth under his words. The older man has faced no small drama for being a prostitute before, and here Vincent is...not giving two rat tails. In his eyes, that's strange.

"Well, I didn't know you were a cross-dressing prostitute at that point for one thing. I didn't hear about that one." Vincent says, shrugging a bit. "And you aren't the first one I've seen." Go to a big enough city and they'll have any type of prostitute a person can imagine. He doesn't talk about the magic part because he knows that one is weird.

"True enough, but you stick around. I'm a hooker Vincent, most people don't stick around with hookers--and with good reason! Most are hooking to feed their drug addictions. They're parasitic! and yet here you are with me." He leans his head on Vincent's and does what he can to fix his poor, frizzled hair...

"If you're high...you're high off of life....or a lot of electricity. Not drugs." Vincent says simply. "And others are doing it because they're used to it and it makes money....sometimes for said drug habit." He says, shrugging a bit. "And I've never met anyone like you." Whether that's a good thing or not is a completely different story.

"Never met anyone like me, huh?" He grins, but this grin is different. This is the kind of grin that one would expect out of a troublemaker, not a wise old teacher. "Oh boy, you're going to have barrels of fun with me..."

Vincent eyeballs Liethell a bit seeing that grin. "I don't know if I like that look on your face." He says, a bit warily. "And I'm not sure about those barrels of fun either." All because of that look.

"Hey, don't worry about it." He's still grinning though, and that grin is the kind of grin that says he should probably devote some brainpower to worrying. "Nobody's going to get hurt, and we probably won't do anything illegal. Don't take my word for that second bit though. Tides change fast around here."

"You know, if you really want me to not worry about it, don't grin like that." Vincent says. The grin is just telling him to worry to say the least. He just looks over at Liet. "Illegal sounds like someone will get hurt..." Especially if they run into a cop or something. Then it's a guarantee.