Thinking at the Tea House (open)

He dragged her everywhere with him, ever since that night. It was the first time in six years he found someone who could understand, who wouldn't hesitate to take a risk. While the word date was never involved, many would consider the places he took her to be date material. Bars, fashion shows, dinner, what else could you call it? Connor just liked to look at it as having a fun companion who enjoyed similar things or at the very least was an expert at feigning interest in the things he did. Beggers couldn't be choosers, he would take whatever he could get.

With Merry in tow, Connor made his way into the Tea Shop, though why he had come was a mystery to him. There was this odd feeling, like having developed a sixth sense, that told him that he might find something of interest here. That actually happened to him alot since becoming a Vampire, he found that he did things for no obvious reason only to find out that later they actually served some sort of interesting purpose. Taking a deep, though unneccasary breath, Connor could smell the fresh blood in the room.

"Bare with me here, I know I drag you all over like some doll." he said, laughing quietly as he expected Merry to be right behind him. "I've got an odd feeling about this sho-" he started, his eyes landing on a familiar face. The woman from the vampire feast, the one who seemed alot more reserved than what he called the rabid pack of dogs. Connor had taken a mild interest in her, especially since she seemed to have an incredible sense of fashion about her. "And it seems I was right to come here." he said, drifting towards Ai.

"Do you mind if we have a seat?" he asked, looking down at her. Of course he would politely wait for the invitation, she was one vampire he didn't actually care to offend. "I remembering seeing you at the.. thing." he finished, not really wanting to discuss it in front of Merry. Despite her acceptance of what he was, he felt that shielding her from some aspects of it all was neccasary, though she had probably researched it all anyway.

Sigh.

Connor smirked, he had assumed as much which meant that his eye for spotting new work wasn't as bad as he thought. She wore them well, though he knew her problem all too well, nothing really appealed to him when he stared into his closet. If he had an ounce of talent himself he would have done the same, however he was no tailor, nor was he creative enough to design anything for his own look. "I know what you mean, I fight with my wardrobe every day, nothing in it seems to suit my mood." he said, folding his hands together and placing them on the table. Connor seemed quite a bit calmer when he wasn't surrounded by a bunch of blood sucking douche bags, present company was of course excluded.

He watched Merry and Ai for a moment, their expressions telling some sort of silent story. Connor was decent at reading people, though Ai wasn't giving away as much as he would have liked. He could tell however that she had put together the connection between Merry and Robert, only a dunce could have missed such a thing. It was almost impossible to keep himself from making a comment about it, though he managed to choke back his venomous words long enough to have a civial conversation. If he had a stake at that feast he would have sealed the deal right then and there, he was young so his temper was unchecked.

"Unfortunately." Connor mummbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest now. Ai would have easily heard it, but he was hoping that Merry would only hear it as a jumble of words that sounded more like thinking aloud. In fact right afterwards he wore a smile, much like he had said nothing at all. Crushing his arms against his chest, Connor resisted the urge to use them for other means, more aggressive ones. While normally he wasn't so over protective, he was weary of his own kind no matter their character, he knew all too well the thirst never left anyone, not truly.

"I am offering, actually. I find myself doing a whole lot of nothing lately, I haven't had a job in about two years." he said, laughing. It sounded so strange to say, like he had been a homeless drifter for those two years. That was mostly right however, being an oprhan fledgling.

Connor stopped to stare at Ai for awhile, wondering why she was looking back at him as if she had never seen him before. Tilting his head for a moment, he waited until she finished speaking, even if he had already formed a response to her comment in her head. "What if I don't have a choice? I have no self control, even if I don't enjoy it like them, I still hurt people." he said, seeming frustrated as he was at the dinner. He was an expert at brooding, it took him quite a bit longer to let peoples helpful advice sink in. "Everyone keeps saying he's just being a dad or is some stand up gu-" Connor paused for a moment, wondering if she knew about her dad.

Stopping to consider this, he fell incredibly quiet for awhile. Though Ai quickly brought to attention the fact that Connor had misjudged the use of his strength. Glancing down at Merry, he blinked his eyes apologetically before letting his arm slide back to his own side. He couldn't even get that part right either, there where times where he would simply start walking, walk to fast, and end up terrifying people. "Right.. sorry. I tend to misjudge that still. I've smashed every door off it's hinge in my house.." he said, seeming embarassed a bit for his lack of control. But why did he care so much what she thought? She was a vampire, he had decided awhile ago he didn't care what they thoought.

"Your father is also judging me before he truly knows me as well. One of the things I hate most; people condemn before letting me try. I've been met with it my entire life." he said stubbornly. Since the problem was already on the table, why not talk about it. She didn't seem to worried about the woman sitting across from them. Is that what you called them? He would have prefered it if people just called them it, monster, or creature. That was how he felt about what they were.

"I can do both, fairly well actually. Though I am probably better at sewing than cleaning." Connor said, smirking. "I grew up without a mother, without money really. I used to fix my own clothing so that I didn't have to replace them. It was just easier." he admitted, not seeming ashamed of the way he was brought up. "I can assure you that I won't let you down. I work twice the speed of a normal employee, don't require a break, and don't have need of your money. I am basically risk free." he said, offering a playful smirk.