<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Among many things Asa had learned during his immortal existence, was the need to keep up appearances. Not the sort that the majority of mortals worried over; that he'd once worried over. No, once one outlived their natural life cycle, the need to reduce suspicion when one didn't age as one was supposed to demanded a more nomadic-esque lifestyle. Moving every fifty years or so became a way of life. Never staying in the same town for longer than a specific length of time. Asa and Carter's current place of residence was one of many such properties Asa owned across the globe. This would be his second time living out a few years in their current place of residence before he would once again be forced to move on.<br/>
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While he preferred to avoid the village, nostalgia and his innate ache for human companionship caused him to return, time and time again. Revisiting old haunts, re-familiarizing himself with a now unfamiliar setting.<br/>
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Carter's inquiry into places he frequented, or would recommend brought a wistful smile to the vampire's lips as he gave Carter's hand a gentle squeeze. Before gently pulling him along. <br/>
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The lively energy of the nightlife was nothing if not infectious and as they traversed cobblestone paths and passed brightly lit store fronts, Asa started to lose some of his initial tension. They arrived in front of a dimly lit building where ferns and climbing ivy framed the dark and peeling wood doors. The hand-drawn sign swinging overhead read 'The Drowning Beaver'. Lively music and laughter filtered out onto the street as Asa used his free hand to pull open the heavy door; the faint hint of wood smoke and beer wafting out into the night.	 <br/>
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Warm spotlights lit up the occupied interior. Rows of amber liquid in glass bottles glimmered behind the fully seated bar. Asa guided Carter around the dance floor that took up the center of the place, to the more plush and secluded seating areas that overlooked the whole of the room. Stuffed beavers and framed photographs lined the stone walls. They'd just made it to their table when they were intercepted by an aggressive whirlwind of energy in the form of a pale haired youth not that much older than Carter, who crashed into Asa with a force that would have had a person stumbling back from the impact. The vampire simply released Carter's hand to meet the other's enthusiastic embrace.<br/>
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"It's been too long, where have you been?" The male said, voice accusatory as he pulled away, "You haven't been around in ages. We've missed you. Don't tell me the council have been keeping you busy." Clearly he didn't want for explanation because he was already turning his gaze on Carter. "Oh, you're new!" Wariness and curiosity sparkled in his dark eyes as he openly studied the other male. "First time in town?" And not waiting for can answer he went on, "Osborn, Osborn Silvanus. But no one ever calls me Osborn'cept this old grump," a playful smile on his lips as he elbowed Asa in the side before holding his hand out to Carter. "So just Oz or Ozzy is fine."<br/>
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"I'll be but a minute," Asa said, giving Carter's arm a parting touch before he left the two of them alone to get acquainted as he headed for the bar.</span>