It was true that Mathis had been around for what he always spoke to be an unbelievable length of time. No one really questioned it, where he was from or when the circus started. Maybe Vasyli had a better idea of why things were that way, but it was satisfying enough just to see the ringleader at face value. He was good at his job, sure, but Kevice would always fine problems with how someone treated him as long as they controlled his pay. Sometimes he wondered if it was better just going solo on the streets and living off tips, but the half-elf could never bring himself to act on nostalgia. It was hard to swallow the fact that things weren't much better at all when he was a loud punk who harrassed customers and had to be dragged away a few time by men in uniform after causing physical disputes in public. A lot of that behavior was cut down sharply when he joined, and that included the introduction of coworkers.<br/><br/>"I mean I might've stopped shop to butter up a few of the girls here, the ones who do makeup or help with the animals, some of them are cute you know. I'm not like you, humans don't bother me. But after you, Mathis came down like some kind of hound who sniffs out that sort of shit.." He moved his arm closer to himself to give the elf some room, but it looked like something more shy-- or anxious. "I gave up, don't like being dragged around with some man yelling at me like I'm a kid because I'm distracting people. You know how ridiculous that sounds!? Me, distracting people. That's practically my job Vasyli!" He leaned up just enough to have a swig of anything that wasn't wine without spilling it over himself, the last thing he wanted was to get kicked out for ruining the elf's sheets too. From there, he settled for leaning back on his elbows, staring at the bottle.<br/><br/>Kevice sighed out his nose with an audible huff. "Whatever. I just go out now. I mean, I snuck out anyway, getting some is never that important, but it's a nice addition to a fun night. I don't do brothels or anything like that... Not that I think they're dirty or anything, I've had some buddies here and there I think who go to those places, maybe some girls who do that kind of work on the side. But I like to just be me, you know? Rejections fine and all anyway, always got next week, next check."<br/><br/>Perhaps it was because he was feeling dizzy and his head was heavy, but Kevice quickly found himself feeling sentimental about the whole topic. "You know.. I like the friendly bit too. Talking is fun, I'm not completely selfish. I mean sure the whole circus job and all the stories are fun and easy for comfort, sets the mood real relaxed-like. But it's nice to sit and chat up a pretty stranger and share some time together. I've never been one for.. lasting friendships, they're a lot of work." It was always more comforting knowing he was leaving before dawn, and not even on a sad note. Kevice got most of his socialization in from just being one half of two people enjoying some time together, the only emotional baggage either of them brought to the table was usually just gossip or pillow talk. When he mentioned the prospect of a long term comradery, he gave Vasyli an odd look. "What's the word, hypocrite? Is that what I sound like...? It's been fun though. But... hm..."<br/><br/>Kevice mentally shook off the thought. He wasn't wasted enough to start talking stupid. He was worried about liking Vasyli on more than a casual level, whether simply friendly or not. Vasyli had turned from eyecandy to someone he liked to poke fun at and annoy like he did anyone else-- in that warm manner of his of course, and lastly into someone he went through the trouble of bringing gifts for out of a little guilt and some strange desire to break even on their experiences together. Kevice had lost a lot of potential friends because he wasn't willing to keep up communication or grew overwhelmed when conversations took a personal turn.<br/><br/>"What are you then...? The type that takes all that time to build trust or whatever? You're nice to Ara and all, Mathis, but I guess I don't pay much attention. You don't seem like you talk to many people, and things looked rough lately and getting worse so..." He made himself a little angry at the sight of just how he was acting about all this. Suddenly forcing his mood on it's head. "I decided to be friendly with you. It's all good 'innit? Nothing gets the spirits going like a night out on the town, but that didn't work out so here we are. Call it charity." The muscles of Kevice's nose bundled up in the same way they always did, and he scowled like an angry dog. He took a drink, falling back on the bed again as his arms gave way.