The mood shift was beyond being a self distraction. He could see through it all too well, and he could see now that Jay was a human forced into adapting to being a monster. ‘Well, such a mess that he is… guess he’s my mess for now.’ Those thoughts aside, Jay’s sudden ecstatic attitude almost made Dev smile. Upbeat people, rare as they were, had that effect on him.
He watched him put his jacket on before walking passed. “Take care, then.” Dev murmured, and clapped Jay on the shoulder.
Admittedly, he didn’t know how well Jay knew the town, or if he even knew where Mayford was. But Dev figured he was intelligent enough to figure it out. The town wasn’t exceedingly small, as some where, and it wasn’t big, either. Somewhat perfect, on that scale. Although he wasn’t sure why he felt that way.
‘Hunting. Should concentrate on hunting.’ For no particular reason, he decided not to go back to the bar. He was already headed in the other direction, anyway. It might take longer, but time was never of the essence. Not even now, with the prospect of having a guest in his home. Dev glanced back over his shoulder momentarily, and gave Jay a lazy wave.
The touch on the shoulder was subtle but made Jay’s cheeks hurt. “You too!” The bluebird chirped, watching him head off— and giving a furious wave when he saw Dev turn to wave back at him.
With that, he knew that the man was going to go take care of his business, and started on his way to the man’s place. He didn’t know the town particularly well, but he teleported from alley to alley in search of the proper street. It might have been a tiring process had he not recently fed, and instead he found himself still bouncing down the road when he happened across the proper sign. The street was eerily quiet, though he paid hardly no mind. The building had a porch, and he stepped up on the wooden stairs and felt the texture of the support beams, drawing his every sense over the small area.
He took the key, the temperature of it matching his own hand in a peculiar way— rarely things were as cool as the air as his own skin. Normally they felt warmer, but he brushed off the thought and slid it into the hole.
The door opened with a satisfying clickclink of the metal inside of the lock. “Bienvenue, bienvenue~” He hummed to himself, slipping inside and letting the door fall shut behind him. The house had those plastered white walls, the kind that had the dappled, cave-like roof where you could drag your hand across the ceiling and get covered in scratches.
He didn’t snoop too much, although he did locate the kitchen, bathroom, and the living room, for the sake of avoiding the first two and taking up a spot in the the latter. He poked around some closet spaces until he found an old, scratchy blanket, and settled down on the couch, taking off the jacket and letting it hang out next to him while he kept the blanket between him and the furniture A towel would have probably done better, but bloodstained towels were always a rather miserable mess. An old blanket buried in a closet probably wouldn’t be missed.
He enjoyed the still of the air as he sat in dark, only after a few minutes did he let a few green flames flicker around the room. The vampire waited in silence for the other to return, finding the house was wonderful at soothing his nerves.