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[boyking]

Ryan's sitting still for once, in the corner of a couch, dressed like he's anticipating the next ice age. He's got boots that reach almost up to his knees, gloves that are on their way to his elbows, a scarf that's probably a good ten feet long, and a hat pulled low over his forehead. Both his arms are folded across his knees, which are draw to his

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[w0tcha]

"There's something about home for safety," Will says slowly. "Predictable as that is." He grimaces. "The kitchen, though, I think. Not my attic, not anymore. Hello, Ryan."

"Favourite place, though. That's hard."

[boyking]

"H'lo." Ryan will listen quietly to this, then croak, "Kitchens're good. Food n' stuff. What's wrong w'your attic?"

[w0tcha]

"Usually warm," Will adds. "And there's usually someone there. Mm. The attic was my brother Stephen's room, till he gave it to me, and then one night ... well. I suppose you could say I had a really bad nightmare -- then to top it off, the window broke and the room was flooded with snow. I spent the rest of the night in Paul's room."

[boyking]

"Warm's good." Ryan frowns, massaging at his throat. "Sounds kinda awful. Don't blame you for not liking it."

[totwistandturn]

Oh goodness. Please tell her that things aren't exploding on the end of one of her favourite humans, too. Persephone's not sure how much more of this she can take and her mouth twitches into a frown.

"There's this park in Jump City -- all grass and trees and flowers, like any other park. There's a little rose garden in its center with one of those iron gates. I feel safest there, with the flowers whispering around me."

This doesn't make her smile and she leans in to scrutinize Ryan. "Are you okay? Why are you dressed like that?"

[boyking]

Oh heavens, frowny Persephone's are not good. Ryan will curl up a bit more, and remark in that croaky voice, "It sounds nice. Where's Jump City?"

Then, coughing once, he shrugs. "I was cold."

[totwistandturn]

"California. Er, America."

The frown only deepens. If a Ryan is cold, does that mean he is broken? "Why are you cold?"

[boyking]

"Oh." He frowns over this, rubbing at his throat absently. "I live in Malibu. Or...lived. Is Jump City nice?"

Meep, questions. He'll hunch down and shrug. "I had to go back home over the weekend and it was cold there."

[alek_romanov]

I have a lot of safe places. The house we live in, Grandpa Tony's house in Tahiti, Grandpa Logan's cabin in the woods, the Institute. My favorite would be the garage.

[boyking]

"The garage? Why?"

[alek_romanov]

Mom set up the second floor as a hangout for us, and I work on my bike downstairs. It's pretty big. Dad had it built because we were taking up all the room in his garage. My older brothers try to talk Mom and Dad into letting them live in it like an apartment.

[boyking]

"Woah. Sounds kinda awesome."

[lapetitmauvais]

Sebastien sits on the arm of a nearby Nexus chair. Blue eyes move over the small figure, taking in the layers and layers of clothing. He notes the boy's body language, the hoarseness of his voice. When the vampire speaks at last, his voice is soft and quiet.

"My home, I suppose. It is quiet and safe from the sun."

[boyking]

The body language becomes even more protective, if possible, but Ryan glances up at Sebastien calmly, meeting his eyes. "Where's your home?" His voice is croaky and whispery, like he's either sick or has been choked sometime recently.

[lapetitmauvais]

"Not far from here. It is but the latest of many, but it is serviceable enough for now."

Sebastien studies the boy's face intently. He does not go to the boy, as he wants to, nor make any move at all towards him. He just sits, quiet and very very still.

"Something has happened, little one. Tell me."

[boyking]

"What's it like?"

He'll swallow hard, wince, and not meet Sebastien's gaze. "Nothing happened. I'm just sort of cold."

[tastes_of_honey]

I'd have to answer "my bedroom in my apartment" to both questions, even though I was attacked in my bedroom in our apartment in Tokyo a few years ago. I just make my bedrooms so... me and surround myself with things I like.

You should do something for your throat. Like tea. Or liquor.

[boyking]

I've never had my own room. What's it like?

...I'm ten.

[tastes_of_honey]

It's like a place that's all yours, a refuge. You close the door and everything else, ideally, stays outside. I always make mine soft and comfortable and full of color and my favorite things. A bedroom like that can be a bad thing for your enemies to get into though, since it can reveal a lot about your personality.

I'm European.

[boyking]

...that sounds nice. I have to share my room.

No, I mean, I'm too young to drink.