Vincent finished the water he had in his bowl before staring around at the place Toro called home. It wasn't the same as the places he'd seen humans lived but it wasn't terrible. After a few moments he stood and started to wander around wondering where he could find to sleep.
Toro appeared back in the curtained doorway when he heard Vincent moving around. "I can arrange a place for you to sleep" He said softly, seeming tired, worn. And scars all over him were visible now he'd taken off his shirt. His home was made up of three circular rooms, the largest being the living space with a kitchen area and a sitting area. The smallest being his bedroom, and the last being closed off with unknown purpose or contents. The living space had an area with a curtain, obviously where one would go to relieve himself.
"Thank you. I'm very tired." Vincent said all the anger from their pis.sing fight having evaporated. He followed Toro finding not just the structure of the home odd but that they had no doors. Even though his temper had calmed now he didn't ask about them; not wanting to create another problem between them or offend Toro.
Toro went into his room and grabbed some spare cushions, taking them out into the sitting area and laying them out on the floor. "My apologies if you're used to a different form of place to sleep, but this is what we use."
As Vincent watched Toro he was slightly fascinated. These people were so under advanced in comparison to the people on earth. "This will be fine. Better than sleeping in the cold of the desert." Vincent smiled trying to make amends from their slight spat.
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Toro shrugged. "Call if there's any troubles. Bonum nocte homunculus." He headed to his room, pausing at the curtain. "It means goodnight little man, in case you didn't know." He disappeared into his room with that, plopping onto the cushions and going to sleep.
Vincent sighed to himself once Toro had left. Laying down he hoped that he'd go to sleep and wake up to everything being back to normal. He just wanted all of this to be a dream whether dreams were allowed here or not. Vincent didn't get to sleep right away but once he did it was restless.
Toro arose early and started making breakfast for Vincent, the only sounds from the sound of cooking itself. He was otherwise silent, his expression unreadable.
The odd smell of food awoke Vincent. He groaned, lifting up his head to look around. The smell was different but not bad. He slowly stood up after allowing him a few minutes to wake up fully and felt a few sore spots in his back. With a sigh he moved sluggishly into the kitchen area trying to walk off the slight pains.
"Good morning little man." Toro said, not looking up from what he was doing. "I take it the unusual sleep accomodations aren't serving you as well as would be liked?"
Vincent chuckled and sat down at the table. "It was fine. What are you making?" he asked Toro. Part of Vincent almost asked why Toro called him little man but he thought he to be an obvious answer.
Toro grimaced. "I never much pay attention to the names of food. I just make it and eat it and sometimes feed the scraps to the beasts of the village." He mumbled. Whatever he was making resembled an omelet.
"Oh. That's... odd. You people are so different from my kind but it's interesting." Vincent said looking over at the food that Toro was cooking. "Am I ever going to be able to go outside?"
"Under my close watch." Toro told him. "Yes. You could go out now."
Vincent ran his fingers through his hair yawning before answering. "Well I'd like to eat first. And then maybe we can go? I'd like a tour of this place if possible." Vincent figured he should get to know the area and his surroundings if he was going to come up with a plan on how to help them to help him stay alive.
Toro shrugged. "Well...a tour is less permitted...they wouldn't want you coming up with an escape plan or anything. Best you don't know the lay of the place so well, you know?"
Vincent tried his hardest not to get mad but he could feel his temper flaring. "Yeah. Whatever." he muttered looking away and pretending to look around the room. He felt like a caged animal and he hadn't even don't anything.
Toro read his body language well and sighed. "Most would be treated much, much worse Vincent. Be thankful for what you have. It'd be a shame if you lost that too." He set the food on plates, one for him and one for Vincent. He then sat, letting the food cool a little.