(I should. But I'll be back tomorrow, likely.)

Armand crosses his legs on the chair and snorts. "I'm behind on the internet thing... Even when I had a home we were too poor for a computer.."

(Sorry about last night, I was...sick. And got to bed before 11pm.)

"Ah. Wait, we? Who's we?" He asks before thinking, then sorta backs down. "Sorry, probably being too nosy. Non of my business, i'm just the guy who's taking care of you." Smiling, carefully.

(Sorry about the total lack of posts yesterday. I wasn't all here. XD:;; )

Armand waves his hand in a sort of 'don't worry about it' type of gesture. "'We' is my would be family." He snorts a little and looks pouty thinking about them.

"Would be? Foster parents, or what?" He leans forward on the table, resting his chin in his hands lightly. "Again, you can tell me it's nunna my business at any point here..."

Armand shrugs a bit. "They're technically my parents... But neither one really acted like it" He snorts, pout gradually becoming anger. He deflates after a minute with a sigh. "But I'd really rather not talk 'bout it, if ya don't mind, mon ami..."

A nod. "Of course, of course. What do you want to talk about?" His voice gentle and warm, like tea with honey made to calm a raging cold. "I'm open to anything, really."

Armand looks in thought for a moment, smiling a bit at the other. "Well... Let's talk 'bout you." he grins. "Aside from takin' home bums an' lookin' after 'em, what do you do, mon ami?"

"I'm a photography student at the university, and I have a part-time job at Walgreens in their photo department. Um, I also dance with my friend Cat on Saturday nights, every week--just as friends, but it's one of the things I look forward to." He shrugs. "Kinda boring, huh?"

"...Cat? Ya dance with the cat?" Armand makes a face and looks around the apartment, looking for the furry critter.

"No, my friend. Caitlyn, she goes by Cat. Or Kitty--she's an X-men fan." He chuckles. "Got me into comic books, now that there's actual representation for minorities. Hell, you know the Thing from Fantastic Four? Big orange guy, mighta seen him on posters when the movie came out? He's Jewish."

((COMICS. :D Specifically X-MEN. <3))

Armand nods a bit, looking slightly amazed. "He's Jewish...? Really? ..Never woulda guessed." He snorts a bit. "Never got to see the movie though.. Used to watch the cartoon when I was real little."

"Back when it was on right after Spiderman on Saturday mornings?" He chuckles. "Yeah. I think I have the new Fantastic Four on DVD, if you wanna watch it. Up to you, though."

Armand makes a face. "Does The Thing still sound like he has a speech impediment...?" He asks, remembering the old cartoon vaguely

"Not as bad. It's a cool movie, too. All the Marvel movies have been, so far--except the first recent Hulk one. Yeah." A chuckle, he stands and moves into the living room to oggle his DVD collection.

Armand follows curiously, looking at all the movies and sort of making an 'oooh' face at them all, reading over some of the titles. "Y'know, the last movie I bought was on tape..."

"Pick something out, we'll watch it together." A grin. "Though I have veto rights if you pick something sad."

"Why? You gonna cry?" Armand teases lightly, with a playful grin before going back to looking at the movies, eventually picking up the suggested Fantastic Four.

He pops open the DVD player and puts the movie in. "Would you hold me if I did cry?" Teasingly, jokingly and oh-so-casually as though he was barely aware of what he'd said.

Armand snorts and plops down on the couch before answering. "Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't"

He pushes play, and then sits on the other end of the couch, not touching Armand, but blushing slightly. "Shouldn't have asked, probably, I'm sorry."

Armand snuggles down into the couch, looking rather comfy as he resists the urge to pull his feet up to him. "Hey don't worry 'bout it, mon ami. It's my dashing good looks."

"Or the syrupy smooth accent. Or the fact that I just want to hold you and tell you it's okay and you're not alone. I mean..." He chuckles nervously, as though it were just a joke. It's not very convincing.

Armand joins in with the nervous chuckling, at a complete loss at how to respond to that. He fidgets a little, trying not to look totally uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I'll...just stop now. I mean. Ehehe." Blushing, he looks at the TV screen. "I'm sorry."