Second meeting. Dear God he didnt really want to do a second meeting but the urge to find some hot guy pushed him onward. Of course one named Mikel seemed to have his eyes on him for a little bit and the thought made Caden grin. The meet up would be later that day so for the time being, Caden had time to either hide his precious guns a bit better or take them to his apartment to lock them safety away. The second option seemed like the better choice if he didnt want to get caught again but on the other hand... They were his babies. And no good father would leave his babies behind. Come to a quick stop in the rather empty alleyway downtown, he gave himself a quick pat down. Three in his belt loops, two in his jacket pockets, one being his precious Beretta and his final one, a tiny pen gun that he kept in his shoe.<br/><br/>The heavy metal made him feel safe and he swore he dreamt about his sniper rifle, kept safety in between the ratty old mattresses at home. Big innocent brown eyes crinkled up as he smiled, picturing a man he had hit in the eye nearly 900 meters away. Teach him to not pay up for the crack. His guns of course were all stolen, save for his favourite and he spent the other money on some much needed drugs. Really, he was insane enough to not need it but he had managed to weasel his way for some once a week.<br/><br/>He had often been asked why he did it, why he killed, why such a 'sweet and innocent' little thing like him would get into such a dirty profession.  Caden would only smile softly, chocolate hair and eyes softening his already angelic features. "I do it for that exact reason. Its the feeling of teaching the fucktards who dare call me weak. No one dares call me that anymore but some newbies that haven't been taught need to learn their lesson." And giving whatever gun on hand a seductive lick, he was off. Which ever person managed to stay for longer after that, was immediately in with our dear Caden. After all, if they backstabbed him, death would come swiftly.