The Art of Dance (Caira and Garrett)

[clementine]

"Well, that's a relief. I'll just have to come along and make doubly sure. You know how it is." Garrett replied with a sage-like nod. "And please, it's Garrett. None of my employees call me Mr."

[praiseofblood]

Caira cocked one curved hip and folded his arms loosely. "Really? I for one have never had an employer walk me home--especially to a less than favorable area of the city."

[clementine]

"I guess you just weren't employed by the right people then. I for one am a gentlemen." Garrett replied with a wink. "Besides, I have some business in your area if you can believe it." He added, hoping to mollify Caira as he eyed the soft curve of the male's hip.

[praiseofblood]

Caira just looked at the male with an obvious expression of disbelief before turning and beginning to walk, the male would follow him regardless.

[clementine]

Garrett grinned like as in idiot as he hurried his pace so he could keep in stride with Caira.

[praiseofblood]

Caira moved towards his side of the city. Even his walk was that of a dancer. The long, silent, graceful glides seemed to be moving with the rest of him, even his ass was swaying to some unheard beat.

[clementine]

Garrett had to curb the need of his hand and keep it from grabbing the fullness of Caira's house. "So you been living here long?' He asked, nosy as ever.

[praiseofblood]

Caira didn't even look at the male. "Since my brother left." he said as he walked.

[clementine]

Garrett frowned, "Oh? Mated off?' He asked, his voice half teasingly. It hadn't escaped his notice that Caira never looked at him when talking and it kind of irked the vampire. "Why won't you look at me?"

[praiseofblood]

Caira turned his head, eyes flicking up to Garrett in a flash of color. "Not used to it I suppose." He never looked at anyone besides Feara when he talked to them. It was a force of habit he'd picked up in dealing with people.

[clementine]

Garrett felt dazzled by all those colors and couldn't help but smile. "No? You just don't like staring a people's ugly mugs?" He asked with a playful laugh.

[praiseofblood]

Caira snorted. "That may be one reason. " he said as they walked.

[clementine]

"And what would the other reasons be?" Garett press casually.

[praiseofblood]

"You are persistent, aren't you?" Caira asked as they rounded a corner into a less than savory neighborhood.

[clementine]

"How'd you guess?" Garrett asked as he looked around the seedy neighborhood. He did NOT like Caira living in this place. That wouldn't do at all. Pretty bearers needed to live in pretty homes. At least...that's how he saw it.