All my rps r ded so.... rp with a smol 'vegan' vampire?

Damien shook his head in defeat.
"Maybe its just the way the world is now, i have no idea" he suggested, remembering some weird things of the sort that happened back in his time. His mom had been the one to tell him about them, and they felt just as weird as this did now. Society changes after all, who knew what other stuff appeared and disappeared that was so baffling.

A soft yet very fresh smell gently enveloped them as they entered the greenhouse, accompanied by the soft rustle of leaves, most likely caused by a gentle breeze coming through a missing glass pane. The place was relatively neatly arranged, with a path down the middle, framed by what looked like trees or tall plants with many leaves. One side contained relatively recognizeable plants that could be harvested as food - Damien's work no doubt - while the other was populated by more exotic looking plants, some with a strange vibe to them.
"Here we are." the boy announced, gesturing to the plants. "This is where i get most of my food from."

He stopped to think for a bit, considering his information about his father. How much did* he know?
"I cant say i know too much, all i know was from my mom." he replied. "Sadly i dont, she always put them away somewhere safe, i never had any of them… I do have one small letter from him though, which i'd gotten short before i parted from my mom. I never got to give it back to her, so maybe that would be helpful?"

"Well, theres nothing wrong with being independent, but sometimes you should still admit you can't do it." he added. At least, that was how he thought things through, using his mother's teachings.

The boy blushed at her compliment, swaying his body left and right as he relished in the warm feeling it gave him.
"Oh, those? They're exotic plants from far away. Some of them grow some really interesting fruits, that are actually delicious. Like that one over there" he pointed at an interestingly shaped tree, with yellowish-orange pear shaped fruits. "Mother called it a Sunsettia tree. The others were here long before i came, but i know a few things about them!"

He shook his head, looking at the ground.
"Unfortunately no. Not stuff that could help track him at least…"
The boy finally lifted his gaze back at her, still gently swaying left and right.
"I did read it, since it was for me. It was the first letter he directly adressed to me. i can go look for it once we go back inside if you want to see it"

Damien shrugged, just accepting things as they were and moving on. People had always been weird for him, there was no reason he would start now and here, with just Mari around. It'd just confuse him more.

"You never heard of it? I thought they were common outside." the boy frowned, observing her as she admired the tree. "I dont really know, it was but a small sapling when i first arrived here. Mother said she heard of it, but never really figured out where it came from. You can pick one if you want to try. The taste is pretty nice, in my opinion."

"Most likely that, i believe" he agreed, considering he'd been separated last minute from his mother, not getting to travel with her like he should have. "It was his first letter to me, with things he wanted to tell me now that i was old enough to know how to read and write by myself. It's alright, you may see it."

After meaauring the tree up and down with his gaze, Damien turned back towards the girl, one hand twisting the long sleeve of his sweater.
"it could be possible, i just thought they grew out there just like any other tree. Guess i was wrong then" he laughed a bit, trying to pass his wrong assumption as a small joke. "Thanks.."
The faint pink blush returned to his visible cheek, as he started swaying his body again from side to side.
The taste of the fruit was in a way, strange but also pleasant - unusually strong taste, but pretty similar to the peach flavoured yogurt one could find at the supermarket. The pulp itself easily melted on the tongue, allowing the combination of sour sweet to spread.

"Yeah.. I think it was… I wont lie, getting a letter from him directly was very important to me, back then." he confirmed, remembering the long gone hype of the moment. Honestly he did love looking at the letter from time to time, whenever he felt too lonely, and it brought him some peace.
"I hope so too"
He could recite the whole thing with his eyes closed, but he did not know what exactly in it could help them track down the sender.

"You like it?" the boy piped up, encouraged by her reaction. "Is it that weird for it to taste like that? What's the matter?"

He eventually shrugged, accepting her suggestion.
"Could be either one of those, or both, who knows, really? Im just surprised its not as common as i thought."
Now that he thought of it, he hadn't seen other sunsettia trees around, mostly in the surrounding forest, or in any of the herbology books he had available.

"Um, what kind of things could we look for?" he asked, curious as to what exactly in the letter could prove useful to them.

"Its unusual how? Do fruits taste differently in general or is this just something you've never tasted before?" he proded, still curious.There were more plants in the greenhouse that could be considered unusual, if she liked to proceed.

"i only have old biology books to look at, and sunsettias do not show up there. But then again, mine are off by almost two centuries, so i probably dont have enough material anyway." he said, trotting along the path, moving on next to a weird bush like plant, with several crimson bell pepper looking fruits stemming from its upwards branches.

Damien thought a little bit, reviewing the letter in his mind before answering.
"i dont think he ever used his name - i knew it back then, so no use for him to ever use it - nor was there an address. Mom and he never used addresses, because they did not need to" he replied, looking at his fingers to make sure he wasnt forgetting something. "I dont know about the code tho, you could be right about that one"

"Ah, i see" he murmured, looking at the fruit in her hand as if it had suddenly become an interesting object to study. "But at least you like it right? That's good!

"Do tell me if you find any information on them! i really want to know more about them and where they come from." he encouraged, before noticing her gaze towards the new plant.
From up close, it only loosely resembled a bell pepper, being very red, with its bottom elongating outwards in the shape of a flower, standing upright as if it were an actual lilly like flower, looking for sunlight.
"This one is a chilli plant. Mom had a name for them, but i kinda forgot what it was, so i just used chilli. You might wanna avoid taking a bite out of these, they're pretty hot on their own… " he cautioned, gesturing towards it. As interesting and potentially delicious they looked, they were just as spicy. Finally, an answer as to where the boy got his spicy supply from.

"They didn't use one." he explained. "Whenever mom sent a letter or got one, there was always a bird looking mass of smoke that delivered it. I have no idea where she made it come from or how she did it, but that was how it worked."
The look on his face indicated that having stuff delivered by some really dubious, yet intriguing was the standard for normal in his eyes.
"Sadly i dont…. I think it was something starting with C? i dont know anymore…"
Damien wasnt even sure what letter his father's name started with, let alone his whole name. All that he could recall was the fague sonority of the name

Damien was honestly glad the fruit fit her taste; he was attaching himself to every little thing they had in common despite it seeming a little bit weird. But alas, he made a mental note to one day maybe cook something for her using the sunsettias.

"Lilly peppers… That is actually a pretty nice name! I like it!" he chirped, enjoying the new name suggested by his friend.
As for the pepper, it was perhaps a good choice on Mari's part to be cautious, as the spicy smell began reaching her - it was a rather pleasant kind of spicy, once again different than the one emanated by the regular ones, pleasant enough to push one to try and eat it, had it not been for the stingy spiciness causing the ones around it to sneeze.

"Ah, no, she couldn't make it herself, she had something from dad that helped her create it. Like an object, you know?" he explained, mimicking with his hands a small, perhaps lighter shaped object. His mother had once explained to him how it worked and what it did, but he'd never had the chance to use it himself.
"I think i could recognize it if i see it again, at least i hope i can"

"Mhm! i really do!" he reassured, making space for her to move away from the spicy plant. That thing really was spicy, he hadn't joked about it.
"It's okay. The smell does make your nose hurt if you stay here for too long."

Damien kind of shrugged, as he moved his arms around in a 'yes but actually no' manner.
"I wouldn't exactly say it was an amulet, more like, just an object. Not sure what it was anymore though. All i know was that after mom wrote the letter, she'd take out the object, put it on the letter and then it would turn into a bird and fly away." he explained as best he could. There were more missing details regarding it, but that was all he could recall for now.
"I guess it was. To be able to do something like that, must be so nice…"

The boy slowly approved with a head nod as he was looking down at the spicy plant.
"It is, but its a very flavourable type of spicy. Like, it might set your mouth on fire, but it tastes good" he said, based on his experience with eating it pretty often to add a bit of strength to the taste of foods. He liked it honestly, even if it tingled his nose sometimes.

"Honestly, no. I didnt even know how to try. Mom was the one who had the thing, but i never got to use it though i wanted to." Damien admitted, looking away, to some other plants that he could show Mari.
"Im not sure how dad did it either"

The boy just offered an understanding smile, moving on further inside the greenhouse to some new plants which he then proceeded to show her. Most of them weren't that different from their common world counter-part, except from their interesting colors or sometimes odd shape, but generally all that was in there was edible some way or another, including the ones that just looked like normal flowers. On the opposite side of the row Damien was showcasing were the average, everyday vegetables known to man, like tomatoes, bell peppers, cabbage and several others.

"I dont know why. Maybe i wasn't old enough to use it? That's what i remember she told me, anyway." he responded, looking down at his hands. "I don't know how dad did it, i never saw him do it. Who knows, maybe he did do it without the object, anything's possible"

Damien continued to show her around and politely answering any questions she might have. He even offerred to give her a close up look at how a wolfhook berry looked like and was eaten - it was a relatively large purple berry looking fruit, with large hooks on it, most likely used to hang on to passing by animals and transported. The boy also took the liberty of later offering her a glass of its juice once they got back inside the house.

He let out a small sigh and nodded, accepting her statements. They were going to test it out tomorrow anyway, so all he could do was just be patient about it and think of a way to do the thing.
"I'm kind of curious too actually, i do want to see if i can do it." he said, finally looking up at her. "We'll try tomorrow, right?"

The boy reassured her of the relative safety of the berry, opening it in front of her and offering her the soft core. Despite their size, the hooks weren't that dangerous, just a little prickly if you happened to grab them the wrong way by accident, though they were as prickly as a plant spiked ball could get - honestly they weren't that much different from the spiked seed ball of a wild plant or even the green hide of chestnuts, except they stung less.
It did taste quite refreshingly sweet though.

"I dont know if i can do it, but i do want to try!" he admitted, giving her a slightly hopeful look with his only visible eye. If she encouraged and supported him like she was doing now, it wouldn't hurt to at least give it a shot, right?

Her positive receival of the berry encouraged Damien to continue showing her around, sometimes letting her taste a few fruits she found interesting, while also offering her some information on the side when the fruit in question was unknown to her. The whole experiece brought him some joy and excitement like he hadn't felt in a very long time, and he liked it.

"Thanks" he responded, looking at her, instinctively seeming to respond to her smile with one of his own. "I really do appreciate all you did for me so far, i really do. But don't worry, i know as much about myself as you do, so i guess we could learn together from this? i suppose?"

"So, where to next?" he asked, once reaching the end of the greenhouse. "Back inside for the letter i suppose?"

"We're still friends, got it" he smiled, swaying his body back and forth once more. "Im really glad you're willing to do this with me. I wouldnt have had the courage to do it all by myself"