My Jimmies Have Been Rustled.

[Ptolemy Khaldun]

Ptolemy would never leave his room under normal circumstances, it being his cybernetic safe haven. However, this was not a normal circumstance. His slave was sick, and he was out of tomatoes, so he had to go get the tomatoes himself. "Watch the haven. No one is to enter." He said to his snake and weasel, the two things he trusted the most. He hopped out of his window, his purple button up shirt in hand. His wings, solid purple in color, expanded out and carried him off across the city.

In a few minutes, he landed atop an apartment building down the street from the supermarket. "Fuck's sake." He groaned as he looked at the swarm of people entering and leaving the building. "Why did you have to get sick..." He mumbled, cursing his slave for forcing him to have to endure the brutality of socializing. 

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael, had a good life in New York. He had his woman his child his fae friend and his adorable stammering 'servant' but even he had work and he was headed now to the market after work. He stood out like no on else as he walked down the sidewalk in his feather coat. He stopped at the intersection and glanced around. something seemed off, like he was being watched, but he could see no one around giving him more than a passing glance. "Mon dieu..what is this.." he murmured curiously.

[Ptolemy Khaldun]

Ptolemy sighed, mentally telling himself it will be ten minutes, tops. He swan dove off the building, his wings not lifting him up till he's barely taller than a bus. He flew all the way to the front of the supermarket, flew upwards for a slight moment, and fell back to the ground, landing on a knee. When he stood up, he put on the button up shirt (he didn't button it up though) and walked through the door, visibly trying to avoid anyone who tried to speak to him.

[Raphael Delemater]

raphael was crossing the street when the man descended on purple wings. He saw the hue of his shirt and gasped. "He matches, perhaps he knows high fashion.." he said to himself as he too moved through the automatic doors. Being the sociable man he was he saw no issue with trailing this man to talk his head off. Gradually the nutbar zeroed in on his prey. "Bonsoir! he exclaimed as he slid in front of the man to block his path. "I apologize for my sudden intrusion but..I like the combination of purple!"

[Ptolemy Khaldun]

Ptolemy was caught off guard by the sudden obstacle. "Thanks." Was all he said before moving around him in a rushed manner. That was a close call for Ptolemy, almost being forced to socialize. He didn't let it bother him though, he made his way towards his intended target: the tomatoes. He was moving noticeably faster and looking more paranoid than normal. 

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael, willowy foppish Raphael was elated to not get an immediate brush off. It wasnt to say he was desperate but it was not always clear who was fashionable -and- nice. there were a lot of snobs after all. so he did what any not sane person would do at the end of a brief encounter, not let it end. He just kept following him. "You look nervous, something wrong? Ohh youre from the Set clan." Granted Ptolemy never said what he was Raphael could read minds and it betrayed what outwardly seemed like such a simple man.

[Ptolemy Khaldun]

Ptolemy was a mixture of shock and displeasure at hearing the man's voice again. "What if i am." He said, thinking about what a creep he was for being able to tell his clan from nothing. Ptolemy carefully inspected each tomato before picking out a bag of tomatoes he was satisfied with. With the bag of fruit, he made his way to the front, looking back to check if the man was still there, and sigh if he was. When he saw the lines of people waiting to check out, he froze. The very idea of being that close to that many people was enough to make his knees weak.

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael smirked an did indeed trail after him (though he also picked up some wine cookies and whipped topping). Now he was getting genuinely interesting. "Its just, i havent seen many of your clan as of late, save for at council meetings.. but thats beside the point." he walked right up alon the man's left side and looked down at him. "You are displaying classic signs of social anxiety disorder.Nervousness, pounding heart, paranoia..oh pleeease let me treat you!" He raised his wine bottle. "IT will be fun!"

[Ptolemy Khaldun]

Ptolemy, still weak in the knees, turned to his follower. "Is there a reason you're following me? And i don't have social problems. I have many people i talk to, two of them on a regular basis." He looked back at the lines and a moment of weakness struck him. "If..." He cleared his throat "treating me, is something you really want, then i'll allow you to do it ONCE, if you go up and buy this." He held up the bag of tomatoes, his arm shaking as well.

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael grinned and bowed to the man. He rarely had thrilling subjects and this one looked like he could be very easily bothered. He would have to introduce him to Henry too, because THAT would be adorable. He snatched the bag of tomatoes from him. "Ok Monsieur two people, i will get them. Im Raphael Delemater by the way, pleasure meeting you. We must play dress up some time." he grinned as he scooted up the line. As he got closer and closer he kept glancing back at the other vampire. He really mustve been sheltered if he had trouble handling even the most benign of social situations. Once he rang him up he started backing up towards the exit, holding up the bag of produce. "Come now."

[Ptolemy Khaldun]

"No." Ptolemy said almost instantly when Raph said they should play dress up. He didn't even give his own name as he watched the man take his produce and head to the line. He was beginning to calm down by the time Raph was heading towards the exit and motioned him over. He caught up with Raph and held out his hand to grab his food. "A deal's a deal. You have exactly one hour to treat me. You can choose the time assuming i've nothing to do in that time frame." When the got outside, he took off his button up shirt and his wings expanded completely, showing of their lavender brilliance. 

[Raphael Delemater]

As they slipped outside Raphael did finally hand over the tomatoes. He watched the shirt come off and enjoyed the view. "Oh if i wasnt fully stocked on partners i would snatch you up." He grinned, though he knew Henry was far too fragile to tolerate him chasing any more skirts, or shirts. No this was going to entertain him in other ways. He watched him spread his wings wide and marvelled at them. "I can follow you to your place get it done while the night is young, if you dont mind...and before you take flight...what do i call you?"

[Ptolemy Khaldun]

Ptolemy was quite annoyed at the moment. Now the stranger who he was hoping to honestly never see again wanted to know his name and get in his house. He opened the bag and pulled out a tomato, taking a big bite out of it before tossing it back into tha bag. "Just call me P." He said before lifting off and flying off towards his home, not caring to check if Raph was behind him or not.

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael simply strolled along, careful to keep Ptolemy in his sights. He was unique, seeming to prefer eating raw tomatoes which was..interesting to say the least. When he saw where he was headed ,as they got closer he got even more ridiculous by teleporting himself right inside. He was getting to near clot-level intrusive. "Oh i hope you dont mind ive made myself at home!" he called out. "I wasnt sure you would stay true to your word, you seem very skittish."

[Ptolemy Khaldun]

Hearing the annoying man, who somehow dragged Ptolemy into a mini conversation, in his house was enough to Rustle his Jimmies. He barged in and stared daggers at Raph. "Don't enter like that." Was all he said before closing the door and sitting down on the couch. "Your time starts now." He said after pulling out his phone and turning on a timer for an hour from then.