He raised a brow, leaning back into his couch with his arms crossed, "So you'd rather I be rude to you? That's a first. I've never heard anyone essentially be asked for someone to be rude to them." A smile tugged at his lips, amused and confused at once, "I'm not an asshole all the time, and you did basically save my life back there so being polite is the least I can do in thanks."
Cyprus laughed, stretching his arms out on top of the couch cushions as he leaned back. "I'm not telling you to be a dick, I'm telling you that you don't have to be all pleases and thank yous just because I saved your ass." It was surprisingly easy to relax. Normally a full vamp would be putting all his senses on edge but Bryce was so civil. Nothing about him screamed Toreador except for the entrance he'd made about four hours ago. "It's annoying for me. I like it when people are honest."
Bryce snorted, running a hand through his golden blonde hair, "Fine fine, I see your point," He fiddled with the necklace he was wearing, all silver and shiny and definitely very expensive. The alcohol was finally starting to knock him out, exactly like he'd asked for earlier. Then again, he hadn't been expecting to hide out in a thin-blood's house until sundown. Sure, he might be a bit of an asshole towards them, but falling asleep in his house felt wrong to him.
The necklace caught Cyprus' attention again and this time he didn't dismiss it. "Good. What's with the fancy jewelry?" He didn't have near enough money to avoid a piece that nice, but he didn't really need it. The most adventurous he'd ever gotten was jewelry was a piercing in his right ear, and even then he'd let it close up once the internet fell into fashion and he didn't feel the need to signal anymore. "You've been fiddling with it all night."
The full vamp blinked then looked down at the piece of jewelry. Bryce hadn't even noticed he was doing it, a habit that he'd picked up over the years for some reason or another. A nervous habit? Maybe, some unconscious tick he had, always another possibility, "Oh? I dunno, I like it, I guess. And anything else shiny and expensive. Dunno why, just do." He didn't answer why he was fiddling with it, in all honestly he didn't know.
Cyprus rolled his eyes. "Toreador," he said, without much venom, and then slowly reached over to run his fingers over the smooth metal. It was pretty, even if it probably had been ridiculously overpriced. "And here I thought you were the sensible sort. How much money do you have to toss around on things like this?" His eyes flicked up to Bryce's face, full of lazy amusement.
Bryce bit his lip, "I am sensible," He mumbled, though he didn't sound too sure of himself in the answer, "As for money? Well.. I mean probably more then I need, means I can spare a few on pretty things like this." He'd had money before he was turned, perks of having family in high places with more then enough to spare and somehow he'd managed to weasel his way into receiving it. And a couple illegal jobs here and there hadn't hurt either, only adding to the money he already had. A complicated situation and one he didn't think about. He had the money, why should anything else matter?
The response earned another eye roll and a sarcastic mhmm and then Cyprus was pulling away again to make himself comfortable. He couldn't imagine spending much money on anything he couldn't use, but then again he and Bryce were very different people. His own bank account was full of money he'd been saving since the 90s and probably wouldn't ever spend. He just liked the security of an emergency fund, it made things less stressful. "Well I can't say it's not a nice piece. D'you spend a lot of money on that sort of thing?"
All the other did was shrug a shoulder, glancing down at his lap as he chewed the inside of his cheek, "I mean sometimes. I've got the money to spare like I said and… well some things are too pretty to just let sit in a store for ages." It sounded dumb now that he said it out loud, but Bryce had always been attracted to things that had looked dainty, beautiful, valuable. Sure, some of it was useless, but he liked having them. And he knew eventually if he didn't want them he could sell them for a good price.
Cyprus hummed quietly, letting the thoughts turn over in his head as his eyes lingered on the necklace and then Bryce's neck. He wondered how much trust he was being given right now. Wondered if Bryce was nervous the way Cyprus might've been if he'd had a different full blood here. He didn't look like it. "I guess." His eyes flicked up to Bryce's face, those piercing blue eyes. "It's not like you can't resell it if you need. You like this sort of thing? Like… luxury items?"
A smile danced on the edges of Bryce's lips as he nodded, looking back up at Cyprus, "Wasn't it obvious? I don't like them necessarily for the bragging rights that come with the items, more so they just look nice." And nice to paint. Moonlight mixed with silver had always been a combination that intrigued him, and one he had learned to love. It was mainly why he didn't buy anything gold, the colour off putting compared to the delicate shine of silver, "And I like collecting them."
Cyprus snorted. "Well I'm glad you're not going to be obnoxious about it. I suppose there is something nice about them, if you normally go for that sort of thing." He'd always favored the more mundane parts of life, especially now that he was a vampire and his humanity was too far away for him to really reach. It left him feeling grounded, living in his plain little house with it's well kept lawn and beige walls. "Makes me wonder what your house looks like, honestly."
Bryce smirked a little, then shrugged, "Feel free to come visit sometime, as long as you promise not to break anything." He didn't care if he did, he knew he had too many fancy things in his home so one or two breaking wouldn't be the end of the world. Last time he'd had guests over they'd smashed a window with a golf ball. Better then one of his trinkets but cost a fortune to replace.
Cyprus laughed quietly, glancing over at Bryce with a small smile on his face. "Well thanks for the offer, but I can't exactly pop by any time I want. I don't even know where your house is, kid." And even if he did, he'd be wary. Bryce seemed like the type to throw parties and Cyprus really didn't want to be around any full blood who wasn't him.
Bryce ran a hand through his hair, smiling softly, “Fair is fair. But if you ever stumbled across it on one of your hikes then come say hi. If you want.” He shrugged. He knew the possibility was slim, thin and full bloods didn’t exactly mix well together. Cyprus seemed nice, though, and he wouldn’t mind spending more time with him, even if he was a lot older and would probably reprimand him for anything he did wrong.
"You say hikes like you think I'm lying or something." He sounded amused, though he was really just zeroing in on it because he wasn't sure if he wanted to accept the offer. Bryce was agreeable enough and he'd like to get to know him better, but he was wary of just… going to a fullblood's home. Especially when he didn't know what would be waiting for him inside. "But… I suppose if I do happen upon your home, I'll be obliged to come in and say hello."
"Wonderful. Don't feel like you have to, I understand if you wouldn't want to." He could tell the other was hesitant, and he had every right to be. Even though Bryce knew he wasn't going to hurt him, Cyprus didn't know that. They had just met, and, just because they were the same race, didn't mean they weren't from two completely separate worlds. Full bloods had a rep for not being the best, being cautious was probably a good thing.
"Well I want to talk to you." He nudged his shoulder against Bryce's with a soft sigh. "You're nice and decently interesting and that's more than I can say for most of the people I know, I'm just… wary, I suppose." His hand slid up the back of his neck, resting on top of the half-moon brand. The skin was rough beneath his fingers, crudely inked over to make sure it would never fade. "Your type hasn't always been the kindest to mine."
Bryce followed the movement, to the brand. He felt his stomach twist uncomfortable and be resisted the urge to grab his own neck, to see if he had a mark himself. He knew he didn't, knew that he would never truly understand what Cyprus and his type had to go through. His features softened as he sighed though his nose, nodding a little, "I know. And quite frankly I find it stupid that there is a divide between full and thin bloods," He bit his lip, "But… I don't think it's going to change anytime soon."
Cyprus winced when he noticed where Bryce's eyes had landed and made like he was going to pull up on the collar of his jacket until he remembered it wasn't there. He pulled his hair out of it's ponytail instead, letting the curtain of black-grey cover the ugly mark. "It's not. You're lot's a bit rude about my existence. You unincluded, of course." He laughed weakly. "But let's set that aside for now, yeah? Could you pass me my jacket? There's a bit of a chill in here."
Bryce snorted, though couldn't help the small sliver of pride that welled in his chest when Cyrpus didn't include him with that group. As much as he had friends who were full-bloods and loved them to death, their views on thin-bloods didn't quite line up with his, even though he pretended they did. He tried not to think about the what he'd seen them do, "Yeah, of course." He was quick to reach for the jacket, knowing it would probably make the other more comfortable and handed it back.
Cyprus slipped it on quickly, trying his best not to look too relieved as he yanked the collar up and tugged the sleeves down. There was something more relaxed about him as he sat back this time, the last of the tension gone from his shoulders. He hadn't even realized how nervous he was until it was on again and the worry that had been nagging at him practically dissolved. "Thanks. Just… old house, y'know? Drafty."
Bryce nodded, even though a part of him didn’t quite believe that, “How long have you had this house for?” He asked, trying to divert the conversation so it didn’t become awkward between the two of them, “Why not moving into a new place? One that actually has good heating?”
The house wasn't even that old, honestly. "Bought it about… twenty years ago? Fifteen? But I only moved into it five years ago after the place I was living sort of… fell through." He tugged the collar of his jacket higher. "And I like this place. It's familiar by now, and it's not like I can't deal with a few extra breezes every now and again."
"Ah, so it was like a back up home…?" Strange. Bryce had rented a small place while he was building but he had never owned too places at once. Sure, he was extra, he knew that, but buying a second place, even as a back up or renting a spare place had never crossed his mind, "Or were you just renting the other place?"