Zaniel shot the crazy boy with a bitter smile, still following him. “Ah, but who says I don’t enjoy life~? Life is great. My books are great. HOME sounds great right now. So,” Zaniel held out his hand, “I won’t ask again! And I know a boxer who will surely kick your ass~!”
"Hmmm…. nope you don’t have the look in your eyes. The look of a truly free person. Nopity nope. Home sweet home it’s where the heart is and right now you’re heart’s dying by conformity and society. I’d prescribe two doses of fun and real enjoyment of life.” Varg laughed a little bit and stopped suddenly. He moved quickly and put his face into Zaniel’s. “Bring it on sweet heart~”
The blonde shot him an exasperated look. "You don't know a thing about me. And can we talk about freedom /after/ I get some sleep?" He shoved his hands in his pockets again, making a mental note to get on Skye's good side for once so she really would beat up assholes for him. Maybe he should hire her so she could fend off weirdos who spew nonsense like this one did. He narrowed his eyes as Varg came closer, still smiling sickly sweet. "Hm. Fine then. I'll go walking aimlessly around with you, only because you're pitiful and lonely~ Just give me my bag-"















