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The breeze picked up only slightly, and Allen paused once he caught a familiar scent. A sweet scent. It was her scent. He could tell it was still daylight out by the warmth of the sun on his skin. Truthfully, he had half a mind to return home and lock the door. But.. He was the only one she had a reason to come out here, right? Allen was torn between seeing her, and locking himself inside. What if he hurt her? He'd never forgive himself..

Allen wandered up to the porch and just kind of sat down on the top steps, leaning his head back against the door. Waiting.

Allen wandered the woods looking for a snack. He didn't kill the animals he drank from, but he did put them sleep for a brief time. He listened for smaller animals and chased one down until he caught it, which didn't take long. He was faster. Allen put it to sleep before biting it, got what he needed and carefully laid it down. The animal would wake in about twenty minutes, totally fine.

He wiped his mouth clean and made his way back to his manor. He didn't need to be out if he was having hunger issues..

Allen slept for several hours, his pleasant dreams mutating into a nightmare. Kaneko had realized what he was, what he did, and went to her father, the man that couldn't kill him. He had fallen into a blood lusting frenzy and went after her, driven by the scent of her fear, and struck her down.

He awoke early evening, jolting upright and nearly hyperventilating. His pale skin damp with cold sweat, and he could smell blood. His blood. A shaky hand moved up and felt his cheek, a warm liquid from under his bandages. It was like he was crying blood, since he couldn't cry tears. Allen forced himself out of the bed, went and cleaned his face before leaving the manor. He needed to feed. Maybe on a rabbit or just a rare steak.

Allen laid there, his mind drifting to think about the only friend he had in this world. Kaneko, and their recent encounters. For once, his dreams were pleasant and not swirling nightmares stained with blood. Even in his dream he was blind, but at least he wasn't alone and suffering in silence. He didn't need to be afraid anymore, not of solitude.

Andrew smirked lightly. He loved her too, just not romantically. Or maybe he did.. He shrugged a little and lowered his arm. "I don't know.." He murmured quietly. Andrew sighed and started walking towards his apartment, whether Cordelia wanted to follow was entirely up to her.

Allen listened carefully, as her footsteps sounded through the manor. The remedy hadn't stressed him nearly as much as the previous night, perhaps because he had Kaneko to focus on. He waited until the door closed before plopping down on the bed and allowing his consciousness to fade as sleep claimed him.

Allen smiled a little at her comforting words. "Thank you.." He murmured. He would hug her if he knew he wouldn't fall over her. That would be troublesome. She had hugged him before, so she didn't mind them..right? As the remedy slowly started to take affect, he nodded lightly to her. "Be safe, these are woods after all. If you hear anything off, run." He said to her, not for trying to scare her. He just wanted her to be alert.

Andrew chuckled and shook his head. "She'll always love you, Delia. Like the daughter she never had. Me however.. I've convinced myself she never wanted a son." He said, glancing downward some. It was true too. His mother never did anything for him except talk down to him and give him hell.

After a bit of walking, his apartment came into view as did a little red car. He paused. "Damn." He mused. She was there, probably waiting inside. Andrew glanced at Cordelia. "Want to wait outside until she leaves?"

Allen nodded lightly to confirm her question. "Yes. You're the first friend I've had since the others left.. I had lived with many others, before I lost my sight. They saw me as a hindrance and one by one they left.. No one wanted to deal with a sickly cripple." He murmured quietly. He had been a noble before he lost everything, but now he was nothing. He was lucky to get spat on nowadays. Allen grit his teeth slightly and exhaled slowly.

Allen carefully picked up the small glass and raised it up just enough for him to faintly smell it. "Yes, you're right.." He murmured quietly. "Cheers." Allen smirked some before downing it like a shot of liquor. He set the empty glass down and slowly wandered to the bed and leaned against it. It would take a minute to take affect, and when it did he would know. "Can you make it back..?" He asked her, his voice hushed.

Allen paused when she asked if it was what he was working on when they met at the park. He had to think a moment, that had been a very difficult night for him. Hence the tree. "Technically." He answered. "I was prepping the herbs for when I got home, so most of the work was done." He explained casually, not bothered by her questions in the least. He was rather fond of her questions, being alone for as long he had been, and no one ever took an interest in him.

"I'll tell you this now, you are welcome here any time you want." Allen said to her quietly. The pain in his eyes becoming apparent, and the only he did was lower his head some and raise a hand to his bandages.

Allen lifted his head in her direction some when she spoke, smiling. "Glad you enjoyed it." He said, shaking his head lightly. "You're quite welcome, miss Kaneko." He said calmly. Allen was bubbling inside, having someone near him and watching him with interest. He shook his head lightly when she asked about the remedy.

Allen sighed softly and moved to carefully picked up the glass of 'wine' and brought it up for her to really see it. "This is actually the one I use, for my eyes.." He explained quietly. Allen carefully set the glass down and leaned against the table.

Allen was quiet amused by her reaction. She really was a curious human. He couldn't keep his chuckle quiet, and offered her a smile. "Come, then." He said, inviting her to watch him work. He wandered the room until he found his work table, and waited until he could smell her nearby. Allen already had the stuff he needed out on the table, from the other night. All he needed to do was grind the herbs, add the extra ingredient and mix it together.

So, he first got the herbs he needed and gradually tore them to pieces, making sure none were too big or too small. Next he put a couple of pinches of the torn herbs and dropped them in the marble mortar he had set aside and ground them up into a dust with the pedestal, since the herbs were dried after all. He then added a drop of a clearish liquid from a very small bottle, in which, much like a chemical, emitted a small bit of smoke when added to the herbal dust. Allen added the mixture to a small glass of red wine, or that's what he would call it, and mixed it. The 'wine' became a lighter color, indicating it was done. It did put off a hint of a smell, but only Allen could notice it. It's how he knew he had made it right. "And that my friend, is how it's done." He said, smirking lightly.

Allen smiled when he heard the chuckle that came from her. She understood. He tilted his head curiously at her question, then nodded lightly with a small smirk. "It certainly is." He shook his head lightly and paused, by the time she finished speaking. She wanted to learn..about the things he liked..? No one ever made that kind of comment. Allen drew his hand back. "Would you like to see how I make my remedy?" The one he often made for his eyes, that is. He needed to mix it anyway here soon.

Andrew links an arm with hers as they walk, and he chuckled. "You've made me feel like it's my birthday, Delia. I very special one." He answered, then sighed softly. "I just hope dear old mom isn't planning a surprise visit." He murmured as they headed to his apartment, just down the road.