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

"Ah, okay then…" he resigned, looking away. The guilty feeling was still there, but he didnt want to upset her by maintaining his opinion. If she said it was okay, then it probably was.
"Still, no need to come back too fast. Whenever you feel like it, you can come by. You're always welcome here."

Damien nodded, looking a little more lively.
"Mhm! Really, no need to worry about it, i can sleep somewhere else, its no big deal"
Truth was, as scrawny as he was, he could easily fit on the couch that lay opposite to the large windows - hed slept there many times on ocassion, and he'd never been uncomfortable with it.

Her smile along with her insistence that she would come back the next day or the one after gave him a little bit of hope and brought some of his color back. Sure, he felt a little bad for sort of being involved with her getting grounded by her parents, but the prospect of seeing his new friend again after this night nullified some of that guilt, especially with the promise she made to him. He also slightly appreciated her reluctance to touch him - he would have liked a comforting pat or a hug, but his body wasnt as eager sadly. A little bit more time was needed before he could reach that stage.
"Okay… Still, thank you." he nodded his head, playing with his hands. "For being my friend"

Damien moved towards the bed in the room, pulling back half of the blanket and patting the mattress with a hand hidden in the large sleeve of his sweater.
"Here. And don't worry, i promise there's nothing unpleasant in it. It's just a regular bed."
The boy had learned from her reaction earlier with the soup, and he wanted to assure her that there was no hidden surprise anywhere in his stuff. The whole bed was kept in good shape, no inches thick layers of dust or anything disgusting, and the sheets had been changed that very morning. Perhaps the old tale of vampires sleeping in coffins was another thing that was a big fat fake, because for a vampire, Damien respected himself enough to sleep in a proper bed, instead of some creepy wooden box.

He smiled back at her and nodded, putting another log on the fire before heading over to the couch he'd mentioned previously and began arranging the pillows on it, putting most of them aside and only keeping one to rest his head on later.

"No problem" he said to Mari after hearing her yawn. "You should rest now - im afraid ive already kept you up longer than i should have"
He was used to sometimes staying up one or two hours past midnight, but he assumed regular people like Mari werent exactly meant to stay up for too long - neither of his mothers stayed up too late and the few places he'd seen back when he was still wondering around always quieted down once nightfall came around. Mari definitely was not a creature of the night like him, so he intended to have her go to sleep as soon as possible.

Interestingly enough, the bed did not carry the old object smell that most antique stuff seemed to be tainted with - instead, the sheets emanated the gentle fragrance of Lilly of the Valley, though it was hard to tell if that was from the washing process or Damien himself

"Oh, i see" he hummed, taking out a second blanket and making himself comfortable on the couch. "I just assumed most people aren't meant to stay up for too long - im sorry if i understood things wrong"
He curiously peeked over at Mari's clothing, silently studying them, especially her shoes - for one, they weren't darkly colored like the ones he was used to and they were also a very different shape. It made him wonder if they were comfortable.

The boy moved his gaze away after a while, still thinking of the girl's hoodie and checked on the fire one last time.
"Good night…" he replied softly, his voice fading before tucking himself in. Out of habit, he slept on his left side as a safety measure - he was somewhat comfortable having Mari around, but old habits die hard. He sunk in his pillow and closed his eyes, curling up under the blanket

For a while, Damien just laid on the couch, listening to the rain noises with eyes closed, trying to fall asleep. He normally needed some time in order to doze off, but even then he was quite the light sleeper.
Throughout the night, he periodically got up from his little nest to put some more wood on the fire, keeping the room at a pleasantly warm level. And every time, he would peek at Mari before diving back underneath the covers. The boy was still very curious about his new friend and liked looking at her from up close, even if for just a few seconds. He hoped he wasnt being creepy or anything - although a very tiny part of him became hungry upon seeing one of the girl's exposed arms, but he quickly fixed that with a midnight snack.
No way he was going to bite her, not after he promised her he wouldn't, and he was not about to break that promise

Damien tossed new pieces of wood on the fire every hour or so, therefore his sleep was frequently interrupted - he didnt mind it, after all, he slept a few extra hours in the morning when he felt too tired, but this time the adrenaline of having a new friend kept him up.

The storm outside continued up till morning, but thankfully it had turned into a relatively peaceful rain, with no wind. Light from the rising sun poured weakly through the windows, enlighting the room.

Dawn found Damien fast asleep on the couch, face half buried in the pillow, breathing slowly underneath the blanket he'd pulled up to his neck. The fire had been reduced to cold ashes, but it was pleasant enough in the room to not consider that a problem.

Damien continued to snooze for a little longer, just the top half of his face peeking out from his blanket - now that there was natural light in the room, it turned out the boy's hair wasnt black, but rather various shades of pine green. He most likely didnt use dye, so that was a curious detail about him.
He continued to sleep until a low thunderclap made his only visible eye blink awake, slightly startled, but calmed down right away after when he remembered whom he shared the room with. He curled up under the blanket, stretching his limbs as he yawned.
"Morning" he greeted her softly, rubbing his eye

"Pretty good i can say. As well as a vampire can sleep" he replied, slowly emerging from underneath the blanket, with one hand on the left side of his face.
His hair had become very ruffled during the night, standing up at the back of his head and left side, as he slowly made his way towards the door to the kitchen to go wash his face. He still had his large sweater on, hanging well past his waist, like it was a few sizes larger.

A few minutes later, he poked his head out through the cracked door, looking towards Mari.
"Do you want breakfast?"

Receiving his answer, Damien ducked back behind the door and resumed his activity. The left eye was hiding behind his hair once again, presumably combed back once he'd washed his face.
The boy had taken out some eggs and bits of meat, cooking them in a frying pan he'd pulled out from the wall hooks. The meat looked like it was already cooked, so he was just reheating it so they could enjoy it better.

"I hope you dont mind some eggs and chicken" he said to Mari once she walked in, putting the food on plates and taking them to the table

"Ah, im glad you think that! I hope the taste is also as good" he shyly chuckled, as he put down her plate before taking his seat. As per usual, he'd spiced the food in order to make the flavour more strong, but he hoped it wasnt too much for Mari - he'd in fact abstained from adding hot spices, leaving that option to her.

Damien stayed mostly quiet during breakfast, mostly because he didnt know what to talk about and because he was focused on cutting the egg as cleanly as possible by only using his fork - a little habit of his

"I hope i didnt spice the meat too much" he said, looking up from his plate

The boy's face seemed to flush as he started eating, nicely surprised by the compliment. He didnt really think of himself as a good cook, more like average - good enough to not ruin it in any shape or form. Cooking held a certain spot in his heart, as it was one of the things he used to remember his former mother by.

"I'm glad then" he sighed in relief, before taking a bite out of his food. At the very least, the worry that all the years in isolation had taken a toll on his cooking skills was laid to rest, with the confirmation that he was still socially acceptable.

"If its still raining after we eat, you can take an umbrella, so you dont get wet." he said. "Do you live far away? I really hope you dont have to walk for too long"

"You think that…?" he asked, looking up at her with a hopeful gleam in his visible eye. Honestly, he'd only ever cooked for his mother and himself only after that, so he considered his skills to be just enough to provide a good meal, but never a talent. Truth was, he hadnt experimented too much, given his isolation from the world.
"Thank you…"

"Ah, thats good then, i suppose." the boy said, finishing up his meal and pushing the plate away. "Truth is, i wouldnt have known to guide you back, even if i wanted to"

He didnt like admitting it, but aside from one or two paths in the forest, he had no idea how to leave the place, at all. It wasnt like he tried, or wanted to in the first place, so he had no ideas that would have been useful to Mari, had she not known her way home

"I uh, havent cooked for anyone in a long time. I was very unsure if my tastes had changed over the years" he admitted, sitting up to clean his plate and put away all the other utensils he had used to make breakfast. "Is there any type of food you like, in particular?"
Damien didnt know what types of food people ate in the current days, but at the very least, he wanted to try make something just for Mari, as some kind of thank you gift for being so nice to him all the time.

The boy shook his head, in a somewhat guilty manner - honestly, he did not even remember how he got there in the first place. The memory of him stumbling through the woods at night, his head pulsating with pain and barely seeing where he was going was already very foggy, so he genuinely could not even tell which way he came from. In fact, it was his mother who found him and brought him to the manor, at no point in time had he seen the path taken to get there.
"You… you'd do that? For real?"
The offer took him aback, mostly because he had never thought of leaving and he was also a little afraid to go. But after meeting Mari, he was starting to think that maybe poking his head out into this new world might be a different experience
"I, uh, would like to try, one day…"

Damien wasnt exactly used to all the complimenting just yet, and every kind word just made his visible cheek turn a shy shade of pink. He felt like he wanted the floor to swallow him, but at the same time he craved more. Of course he wouldnt tell her that, not if he wanted to add shame to the pile of growing emotions.
"Th…Thanks" the boy managed to whimper out, his hand going up to his face and attempting to brush away the hair tickling his lips, before reflexively stopping. The tiny portion that had been revealed did contain the mark from last nigh, so no, it hadnt been a trick of the light.
"Enchi-what?"
His tone seemed a mix of confusion and maybe a bit of disappointment - mostly because the name sounded awfully foreign to him.

"Thank you, but, wont i look out of place if i go with you? I mean, your clothes are so very different from what i remember seeing the last time…"
He pulled at his sweater, his pale hands getting lost in the large sleeves again. Despite not being exactly era accurate clothes, they still looked somewhat peculiar

The boy's train of thought derailed once again the moment she pronounced the words 'mexican' and 'tortilla' - obviously, he hadn't heard of them at all, but at the very least he preferred not to voice his little questions, as he didnt want to bother Mari again. He would just have to find out on his own, probably later.
"Hmm, so its something like a weird pie? But with various fillings?" he inquired, trying to find something that resembled it in order to understand better. "its okay, no need to apologize. Im the one who asked in the first place. It sounds delicious tho."

Getting him a hoodie? Like the one she wore? Damien once again analyzed his own clothing before looking at Mari's. By the looks of it, it wouldnt look good if he just slapped it on top of his sweater, so maybe he'd have to give up on the latter for the former to work.
"Mmm, we could try…" he slowly agreed, half curious to actually try this new plan. Who knew, maybe this time it would be different for him out there.