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Nicholas smiled, though it dropped for a second, with a simple, “Alright,” taking another bag from his box. The grin on his guest’s face unnerved him some, but still, he did nothing but finish mixing the bags with the water, now warm.

He was always a little too nice to strangers. His regular deception at the bar seemed to rub off on every aspect of his life. As he carried the two cups over to the table, he asked, “D'ya need anything else?”

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Dexter kept his eyes remain deadpan in their fixation on Nicholas, heavy-lidded with both disinterest and just plain studying he wasn’t bothered about concealing. Even if Dexter felt as if nothing bad could happen to himself, he still had his suspicions about the people he's visited, even if they seemed to have good intent.

"Oh, nope." He replied, reaching up and clasping a hand around one of the two cups. "Well actually," He hovered the cup close to his lips and took a small sip. "Answer me this -- Why'a so tense, mm?" he grinned around the rim of the cup before setting it down. "Or atleast 'y seem tense."

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Nicholas smiled and stood, pushing his chair under the table before walking to a fairly empty kitchen area. He was somewhat surprised that he accepted the offer, but otherwise took two cups hanging by a counter, glanced over at Dexter, and began preparing the water for the tea.

“Do you like a certain type, or…?” He looked at the other with a box in his hand, taking a teabag out.

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Dexter looked up to Nicholas as he stood up from his place, and watched as he walked off. To be brutally honest, He doesn't know why the man was so willing to do anything for him, but he wasn't complaining about it.

Though, an eyebrow quirks to his question, lips pursing in thought for a moment before curling to the usual shit-eating grin of his. He already knows his answer, but makes it look as if he’s genuinely considering his words, his hand falling from his face to the table. "Well, I don't really like tea in general, but," He takes a few more long moments before finally finishing that thought. "But, anythin' is good."

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Impatience; the whispers racked his frame, tortured the inner works of his thought process - It even poisons him to some extent. “Yeah, can’t let anyone get hurt, can I? I’m only here for your safety, alright?” His voice trembled just a bit, before he cleared his throat out and continued, “Once the sun rises, I’m out.” Dexter spoke softly, laced with a small sense of false pity for the man. He had no idea. He took the bait. This was not his intended job, nor his purpose. “Just so no one undesirable decides to come, we’re all good, right?” And with that, he let out a brief exhale. Sharp; short, and pressed a hand to his forehead. “‘Got a lighter or anythin’? Smokes? Coffee?”

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Taking a step away from the stranger would certainly ease his mind of focusing on expressions with casual actions for at least a moment, but he didn’t have any of the asked items. “I shoulda asked you if you wanted anything…” Nick hesitated to say, “I don’t have any of those, though…” He thought for a moment, scooting his chair back in order to more easily stand up in case he needed to get anything. “I have tea?”

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Dexter’s head tilted to the left, and his hand slips to the side of his face; all he could do was not to sigh deeply. He desperately needed something to relax himself for the time being, but a few of his options were already scratched off. He really didn’t like the taste of tea all that much, but it was something he was willing to take at the moment. "It will have to do I suppose, thank you."

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Nicholas now found a few good reasons to not trust the supposed Doctor who came into his home. He didn’t act like most of the town, but still, everyone is different. Maybe he was trying to make allies and felt a reason to trust him. It wasn’t likely, certainly, but Nicholas would act as friendly as always, though giving a strange expression in reply to the nickname.

He walked to the table and sat across from Dexter, wondering, “So the entire night, huh?”

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Impatience; the whispers racked his frame, tortured the inner works of his thought process - It even poisons him to some extent. "Yeah, can't let anyone get hurt, can I? I'm only here for your safety, alright?" His voice trembled just a bit, before he cleared his throat out and continued, "Once the sun rises, I'm out." Dexter spoke softly, laced with a small sense of false pity for the man. He had no idea. He took the bait. This was not his intended job, nor his purpose. “Just so no one undesirable decides to come, we’re all good, right?” And with that, he let out a brief exhale. Sharp; short, and pressed a hand to his forehead. “‘Got a lighter or anythin’? Smokes? Coffee?”

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He didn’t appear to notice the movement of knife as he welcomed the man into his home, visibly showing no signs, rather giving a simple thanks to the compliment to his home. With both now in a lit area, Nicholas stepped a foot back in the direction of a main room composed of a simple table with papers, notebooks, and pens organized with only a few strewn about.

“I’d thought you would know, offering me protection like that…” He glanced to the right as the only hesitation. “I’m Nicholas. And I guess you could consider me a protector like you? Not in the same way of course.” He gave a nervous laugh as he sped up his speech.

“Would you want to sit over there?” He looked back at the room his foot was pointed to for a moment, gesturing to the chairs around the table.

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The edges of Dexter's mouth shot upwards. He was right, he had to give Nicholas that. "Right, right, it slips the mind. I'm Dexter, then." The excuse he made up from the top of his head for not knowing was downright awful, but seemed passable, seeing as Nicholas had taken it. Then came a quick roll of his eyes to what the other had said next. "So you're protective, but in another way?" He offered Nicholas the most smallest of shrugs. "'lright Nick."

He passed the claim off easily though. He ignored it after that. He had no real reason to care, so he didn't. It wasn't needed yet, at least. Instead, he looked up and over to where Nicholas had gestured to and gave him a firm nod. "Sure, I guess." His voice carried out in a long stretch as Dexter walked past Nicholas and over towards the table. He hooked a hand around a chair and pulled it out, before taking a seat and scooted himself up a bit.

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Pleasantries never caused Nicholas to trust a person more, but rather, at times, less. Still, he wouldn’t close the door on company, instead placing a more welcome smile on his own face. He extended his hand in return to this stranger, with a little hesitation, shaking it.

“A Doctor?” He took a step back into his house with a welcome gesture. Whether or not he had an ulterior motive, the statement gave him a sort of trust to hold onto. “Come in, I guess.” He tilted his head to the left subconsciously.

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A small dip of the Doctor's head was his silent way of replying. Hide it. Hide it now. Dexter's face immediately fell to a short look of discomfort as he fiddled to conceal his weapon. The hidden hand scrambled underneath his baggy shirt, and quickly, he pushed the handle firm into the hem of his pants. Oh, how he had WISHED to have at least brought something to hide it in now. "Thank you." He removed his hand, and fixed his shirt up the best as he could before entering.

A single gloved hand had been reaching to grasp the doorknob, to push the door shut once again. Once shut, Dexter turned to the interior of the home, then fixed his gaze back on the other. "Nice place you got here." He commented, stepping inside further. "So remind me, who are you again, exactly?"

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The man came to a halt as he approached another’s home. He runs his index finger over the cold spine of his weapon and let a giggle slip, soon followed by a snort. ( He knew the drill. It was an easy task. ) He breathed in d e e p l y, and slipped his hand which held the sharp utensil behind his back. Without hesitation, his unoccupied hand raises- and knocks a few times on the door in front of him. About six times to be exact. And then a few more came after.

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As he was not the type to get visitors, and with the addition of so many out to kill in the night, the home’s owner hesitated before making his way to the door. He was still a polite person, and did enjoy the company of others, so he found the door faster than most others would in the town.

The prospect of a man being taller than him was not unlikely, but looking up at the face of the other, he found little room for trust. He looked at the stranger with a nervous smile beginning a simple, sheepish, “Hello?”

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Already thoughts flicker to WHERE he should do his dirty work, WHEN would be an acceptable time to do so. Dexter’s been rather superb with his self control, and how he got things done throughout his time.

Though, as the door began to slide open, he took a large step back. He was expecting everything, but a fast response to company wasn't. Dexter just stared down blankly at the man and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, it's a lovely night tonight, yeah?" He replied, gesturing his hand up at the sky, before offering it to the other. "I'm a Doctor, I'll be here 'till morning to make sure nobody hurts you." cue a warm smile that bloomed to the said Doctor's face.

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he’s been watching, studying with a thoughtful silence for some time now, widened up optics swiveling from person to person, until eventually halting on one that ( stood out to him. ) See, for him- in a town as small as Salem, where it almost seemed that everybody knew everybody, it was uncommon to see someone by themselves staying as quiet as they were. They were always in groups like lost sheep who could only rely on each other, or at least spoke up to the rest of the townsfolk during trial. how PITIFUL this one was, he thought.

So slowly, so, so slowly, the man approached, with the most friendliest of expressions. “Not from around here, hmm?”

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RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

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Indivisible; that smile cocked upon Dexter’s frame that IMPERFECTLY mocked what it was before- even if behind the facade of a wide, friendly grin, something else boiled, brimmed, and festered. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t fear. He himself doesn’t know what it was. The feeling though, It COILS around the guts.

“Now...“ His voice however, oh how it carried CORRUPTED vibes. “Why ‘ya looking at me like that?” Dexter questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. “You got something to say, or ‘ya just going to keep standing there.”

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