Caim could do nothing more than stare, his own aquamarine eyes were quite a problem, and no matter what contact lenses he tried, he could never get them completely hidden. The hair part at least was easy, though he didn't find much of a need to change that too often. Lots of people were blond.

"Do you many hobbies?" Caim asked, wondering about something to do to keep them entertained in the evenings while he stayed with D. It had been a long time since he had any kind of stable friendship or company, so he'd gotten used to doing things alone.

"Yes I have hobbies. Other than making candy, I make clothes. I can teach you if you like. Ask if I do something,  I can't think of everything!" D laughed.

"I don't know about clothe-making," Caim admitted. "Though I'd be happy to learn how to make candies."

"Do you play boardgames? Or have an interest in sparring?" That was as far as Caim's social skills went. In the lab, all he had to learn to do was socialize on a shallow level with the view to kill a potential target quickly. It didn't leave room for wonderful social interactions.

"I can teach you, and I am better at disabling, but yes, I can spar with you if you would like that."

"I've always wanted to make candy," Caim admitted, a little bit embarrassed. Then tilted his head to one side. "Disabling? What's the difference between that and normal fighting?'

"Normal includes actively trying to cause damage that will last longer. If I were to hold your head down, it would hurt until I let it go. But if I punch you, it hurts even after I stop. Making candy is relatively simple, and you can customize it in so many ways."

Caim thought through his list of primary offensive actions, but was soon forced to come to one conclusion. "In that case, I only know how to do very normal fighting, and nothing about disabling." This made him a bit down, though he didn't know why.

"Uh, right." Man, he thought, D sure changes subject fast. "Though how do you get the multicolored candy? Doesn't it all melt together and go brown?"

"You do it when it is mostly coagulated it doesn't brown that way, and I can teach you to disable if you like. I know I switch fast. I can't help it. I really can't." D laughed, "So how about it?"

Caim stayed silent for a good half a minute while he worked out the thread of conversation from start to end. Then he nodded. "The candy-making sounds fun, so does learning to disable people instead of maiming them."

He considered his words for a while. "... I guess normal people wouldn't really be talking about this kind of stuff along with candy-making."

"I don't think they would. Do you want to learn to disable first?" D said. He took off his chinese robe, his black silk pants and white t shirt appearing pretty normal. Though D was anything but. Smiling, he stretched and waited for Caim's answer.

"Sure," Caim answered after a moment's pause. It couldn't hurt to learn new combat techniques, and D seemed very trustworthy. He stripped off his jacket and threw it aside, leaving the sleeveless turtleneck underneath.

He crouched slightly then slid his palms up into the centerline, taking a ready stance. Someone more normal than both of them might have considered it a bad idea to spar in a candy shop.

D watched, and waited. "Come at me," he told Caim. He always did it when someone attacked him, it was easier that way.

D knew his candy would be ok, and knew he would have fun in this. Smiling, he noticed that Caim had a good fighting stance. "Teach yourself?"

Caim nodded at D's suggestion, it suited him fine to attack, he was built to take the initiative. "No," he answered truthfully. "The laboratory I came from trained me before releasing me."

Then he dropped low and shot forward, his aim was to get in close as quickly as possible, then jab up straight into someone's throat. He might have been easier on D if he actually knew how to properly spar, but as it was, his sparring sessions were with robots, and the point was to 'kill' them.

"So then, if you were released why are they coming after you?" D asked.

D watched Caim drop down and come forward. He noticed that Caim was coming for his throat so he caught Caim's fist in a relaxed hand then quickly pulled his hand across his own body, using Caim's momentum to spin him around and pin his arm behind his back. He shoved Caim down to his knees to prevent getting tripped, kicked, or stepped on.

The vampire was fast, Caim had to admit. He pulled up from the punch even as D grabbed him, reducing the pressure it put on his joint as he was bent forward onto his knees. He turned his head and fixed the candy-maker with his aqua gaze. "The laboratory is not after me. The people chasing me are slavers. Or at least that's what they say they are."

He dipped his shoulder, and with a rather sickening pop, dislocated it and flipped up in a somersault, letting his limp joint become a fulcrum as he aimed a kick at D on the way down. If it was painful for him, it didn't show.

(Apologies for not posting again last time, I had some RL stuff to do so my time on Kima was a bit sporadic, and I posted where I could.)  

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D shot back when Caim spun around. "That would rip off a normal person's arm." Blue eyes caught aqua before turning green. "Everyone is a slave in their own right. As D got kicked, he grabbed Caim's leg and snapped it the wrong way. He threw his weight down, now that he knew the boy was harder to hurt than he had thought.

(It's ok, I have like, 50 rps going with maybe 35 constantly active, so I get how it's like, how to do this? I go for who's online, but always do go for a certain rper who knows who she is : )  )

"I guess I'm not normal," came Caim's reply even as the kick connected. There was a grunt from him when D's blow hit, and he turned in mid-air, rather like a cat, in order to land with enough force in his limbs to push back against D to reduce further damage.

This was possibly the oddest sparring session anyone in the world had ever seen, but Caim didn't seem to be fazed. He rolled away and shot back to his feet. A couple of cracks followed as he pressed his joints back into place. It did hurt, but he knew that much damage wouldn't put him out of commission. He got into attack position again, though this time he did not lower his body.

"Maybe I was one, but I don't think anyone owns me anymore." He didn't mention the weeks of empty searching, the echoes in his head caused by the lack of orders. Thinking for oneself was more complicated than he had believed, and even now he sometimes referred to books and internet sites.

(I try to post in all my active RPs whenever I get online, sadly whoever is top of the page gets hit. Though I do look forward to RPing with some people more than others. XD I think I can guess who you mean.)  

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A small chuckle in his throat marked D's reaction to Caim breaking free.

"Mainly humans and vampires are the ones I disable. I am unused to you and would love to spar further in the future."

D stood, completely relaxed, and watched Caim. He heard Caim's thoughts but didn't say anything. He wanted to tell him he wouldn't get ordered around here, but felt those thoughts were meant to be private.

"No one owns you. You own yourself, Caim." D told him, waiting to see what Caim would do next. He was quite enjoying learning new things here. How the boy's joints were beyond normal capacity for humans but his body had the scent of one. Odd.

(Lols yea she's my girlfriend)  

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(:0 Lucky, a partner who RPs.)

"Vampires?" Caim dropped his stance and rolled his shoulders slightly to resettle his joints. "I'm still not certain why you would fight other vampires, are you not the same?"

He returned D's gaze, but looked away at the next comment. He shrugged, uncertain about how to respond. "That's what I thought too."

"Did you want to keep going?" Caim said, changing the subject with a tight grin.

(lols, you say partner like you have a man)

"Well I only disable, don't kill." Ignoring the thought comment, since D didn't own Caim, he said, "always, always."