"You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

"I am not crazy Carmen" Trickster rolled his eyes.

“Right. . . Having a fascination with blood, and drinking it, mind you, and enjoying killing people is not ‘‘crazy’’.”

"It is not, If you think it is I will leave right now." he turned to walk away.

Az grabs his arm, “I don’t. Just telling you what other people would think.”

"oh." He sat back down. "you promise you don't think that?"

He nods, “I promise.”

"good. I am not crazy" Trickster rested his head on Carmen's shoulder

Az stays quiet, looking at the other.

"why do you let him treat you like that?" Tyler asked softly.

Az blinks and frowns, “Um. . .”

"he is mean…and T really would have killed him given the chance" he sighed.

Az looks down, “I know. . .” He whispers.

“I just. . .”

"you what? you are super sweet and kind and I cant imagine anyone wanting to hurt you" Tyler smiled gently

He sighs, “I don’t know. . . He can be really nice and amazing.”

"how? what has he done that is nice or amazing?" Tyler sighed.

Az hums, “Plenty. He just does;’t act like it in public.” He shrugs slightly.

"I don't believe you, you cant give me an example" Tyler huffed.

“He snuggles with me. And cooks me breakfast.”

"Really? He doesnt seem the type… I wish I had someone to snuggle me and cook me breakfast" he said sadly

Az shrugs, hooking his arm around Tyler.

"Would you be that someone?" He looked at Carmen innocently

Az blushes, “Um. . . I suck ass at cooking. . .”

"Well, I am sure you could fix noodles or something… I dong eat anything thats not from here" he motioned at the Cafe.

Az shrugs and leans into him, quiet.

"I wish I had an actual home" Tyler muttered

Az stares at the table, tapping his stylus against his arm.

"Sorry…I know you cant help" Tyler sighed

Az blinks and looks at him, “What? Sorry, spaced out.”

"Nevermind, not something that you can help with" he sighed.

Az tilts his head to the side, “Ty-“