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"Ah, showers. This is something I miss," he said wistfully, once again silently cursing a world made too small for him. "Well, showering I can still do but not all at once. I have not yet found one that can hold all of me." A bath would be nice, too, but even the deeper tubs struggled to accommodate the entirety of his tail.

Aleksandr waited patiently once he realized that Derek was stopping to remove his shoes, continuing alongside the path only once the other young man had come around to his other side. "Dirty I think will still be good look for you," he said, appreciating the imagery that had been gifted to him.

Moving South had crossed his mind the the past, particularly during the times he was confined to his living space for fear of being stuck out in the cold. It was a nice idea in theory, but things like the prejudice Derek touched upon had soured the possibility. "I have had this thought, but New York seems to be mutant hot spot. Even with cold winters it is probably best place for me to be."

"Being naked is very liberating," he agreed, also having long considered himself fortunate enough to win the X- Gene lottery in that respect. It wasn't quite on the same level as a human being naked, but it was enough to garner disapproval from some so it was close enough to count in his opinion.

"There is something that is very sensual about it," he continued, swerving from the path momentarily to avoid a particularly sharp looking rock jutting from the ground. "Is not good to spend so much time on concrete and under cloth. We are needing to feel the air and the grass on our skin. Is good for the soul to be in nature."

The next question about his blood had long since puzzled him as well. In all honesty he wasn't entirely sure if he'd fully transitioned from one blood type to another, but given his aversion to the cold he had just assumed that's what had happened. "I am thinking it is cold blood now," he answered, lightly draping an arm over Derek's shoulders. Body heat was always especially delicious, but not everyone would let him get close enough to leech any. "I do not like the cold. Everything slows down and is very miserable. This is why I leave Russia and come to New York. Your winters are not so long."

Derek seemed to be getting increasingly hungry as the conversation progressed and flirted with the line of what was inappropriate. Or what was the word that was being used now? Thirsty? Judging by how fast he sucked down most of the remainder of his coffee, thirsty seemed like a fitting term. Not that Aleksandr could blame him. The snake was a magnificent specimen after all.

"Yes, there are many thing about me that are pleasing." Some more so than others, particularly the portion saved for specific encounters. Aesthetically he was always pleasing. Sometimes he envied others for being able to see all of him without having to rely on a mirrored surface. Truly they were fortunate.

The snake man just barely saved his cup from tipping over as Derek leapt to his feet and upset the table in the process. He had to clench his teeth to keep from laughing at the young man once it was apparent that he hadn't hurt himself. He downed the remainder f his coffee to help stifle the laughter threatening to escape him.

"Unless you are wanting to go somewhere else?" he prompted, tossing his now empty cup into the bin by the exit on his way out. He held the door for the other young man once he'd slipped the entirety of his tail out onto the sidewalk. Derek seemed to be approaching some kind of breaking point. Aleksandr wasn't sure how much more the young man could handle before having to call it a night.

Aleksandr chuckled at the impromptu miming, retrieving his nearly finished drink and sipping with a shrug. "What kind of handful depends on situation," he replied, a grin playing across his face again. It was so easy to fluster the kid, and so much fun because of it. The expression alone were worth it.

"Hands on is best way of learning, is true." And often the most fun. Being as large and unusual as he was it wasn't uncommon for others to touch and well as look, which he didn't mind as long as they weren't smudging or pulling on his scales. Even just moving about in the world often led to him brushing into others due to his size. More intimate touching was less common, but savored that much more because of it.

Watching Derek struggle to see over the table was amusing, though he did worry a bit over the table's ability to hold its balance under the shifting weight. Having furniture dropped on his tail wasn't an attractive thought. Uncoiling enough to rise to his standing height allowed his upper body to sit higher than the table and allowed him to remove the bulk of his tail from the potential strike zone. "Study will be easier outside of the shop. You are ready to visit the Park now?"

"Is sometimes lonely, yes. The basement has some company, but is not the same as living on the same floor with someone," Aleksandr answered. From what he could tell the Co-Op was still relatively new so there weren't too many residents yet. He was pretty sure the main floor was devoid of tenets as well, but he didn't doubt more people would move in rather quickly once the building was more well known. "But is nice to have extra space. It allows me also to walk around naked." Not that he was really ever not naked, but it was a novelty that most people living on their own seemed to enjoy.

"Yes, is good to be checked on," he replied again with faux thoughtfulness. He had not missed the little moan that had gotten away from Derek after sipping his coffee. It had very much caught his attention, but he chose not to comment on it. He did, however, entertain the thought of what other sounds he could drag out of the young man over time. "Who knows what kind of trouble a snake like me could be doing all on his own?"

Taking another sip of his coffee he took a moment to contemplate the last question. He was terribly curious about what was on the other young man's mind and it was hard to pass up an opportunity to talk about himself. "Maybe some questions now and some later?" he offered as a compromise, unable to resist completely. "Unless you can't wait until next time, then we will just have to find other ways to entertain ourselves."

"Yes, I think we will." Especially with things like the group dinners set up to keep the residents in touch with each other. Aleksandr hadn't attended one just yet, often preferring less conventional meals, but if they provided an excuse to get to spend time with the other cohabitants and if any of the others were as much fun as Derek he might have to start making appearances.

"I have second floor all for myself. For now anyway." He paused to finally sip from his cup. It was almost too sweet with all the sugar in it, but that's how he liked it. Just cool enough not to burn his tongue, too, but hot enough that he could feel it warming his throat and stomach. Pure bliss in a cup.

The Co-Op was shaping up to be an exciting environment. The last time he'd lived with a group had been at the Mansion and the majority of inhabitants there were children. Living with a group closer to his own age would be much nicer. He didn't have to temper himself quite so much around other adults.

"There are three empty rooms besides mine," he continued with a casual shrug, giving his coffee a few more stirs to get the last of the excess sugar off the bottom of the cup. "Plenty of room if you are needing some quiet or a new bed. I will not tell management if you are sneaking around."

The offer was declined, but Aleksandr decide he'd probably still offer to pay whenever the plans were actually made. Not having to buy clothes for himself meant that any money not reserved for rent could be spent elsewhere instead and he hardly ever minded putting some of it toward date nights. He would have to remember to set some aside to reserve for their dinner just in case it slipped his mind before the date was set.

"If you are sure. I would hate to be keeping someone from a hot meal." There was nothing worse that trying to eat cold food that was meant to be consumed hot. It made him a little chilly just thinking about putting something cold in his belly. Cold on the outside was bad enough, but being cold from the inside by choice was nothing short of self hatred.

Feeling the hand at his back Aleksandr allowed Derek to corral him toward the door and out onto the street. There were a number of coffee shop littering the streets of New York, not all of them good, but the majority were acceptable and easily accessible. A lot of chains had popped up on what seemed like every street corner almost overnight. Most of what they offered hardly sounded like coffee, but they were often the best options for late night caffeine fiends.

After checking to make sure his choice was acceptable, Aleksandr ducked into a one of the chain stores a few blocks down. Maybe they could try for a smaller independent coffee shop another time. The serpent placed an order for a regular coffee with a little milk and a disproportionate amount of sugar. He would pay for Derek's order as well. The least he could do was buy the kid a hot coffee after ruining his dinner plans.

"Your home is nearby?" he asked, savoring the heat from his cup in his hands, but not daring to take a sip of the scalding coffee just yet. "You would maybe like to put away your food before the Park?"