Alexander facepalms. "Well you've got to at least find a different method of getting it... Your way isn't healthy," he states, idly. He thinks about how to convince Cinnabar.

"I don't care how healthy it is. One day, I'll end up dying anyway. Better to live life the way I want it until that day comes," Cinnabar commented, dryly.

"So you enjoy sleeping with random people?" he asks, pointedly. He folds his arms. "Unless you fancy the idea of an STD."

"It's the easiest way for me to get what I want," Cinder retorted, hollowly. "Easier is better for me. I have no money."

"There are better ways. Such as getting a job. Which I can help you with." He scratches his head. "Though I don't condone your lifestyle, I'm not gonna let you do things like that when I have better methods."

Cinnabar glared at him. He'd tried normal jobs. They never paid enough for him to get his near-daily fixes. He needed a very profitable, easy-to-do job.

Alexander stares back calmly. "What are you good at?" His voice is back to being gentle, almost as if he were calming a wild animal. "I may be able to help you get a well paying job."

"I'm not good at anything. Stop prying." Cinnabar's bitter, stone-like expression wasn't changing, in the least. It was going to be extremely hard to make him do anything.

Alexander sighs. "Fine. Let's get you set up for the night." He gets up and heads for the guest room.

Cinnabar didn't move a muscle for a moment, then he stood up and followed him. He had no way of paying rent and earning his keep, other than offering himself up as payment.

Alexander heads up to the guest room and opens the door. It's a very blue room. He heads to the adjoining bathroom and checks it over.

(Oh god, shoot mee, the dude next to me is SNORING. -twitches-)

((Toss paper at him until he wakes up.))

Cinnabar stood in the doorway and said nothing, staring at the ground. His arms were shaking, and he subconsciously kept rubbing them.

(He left. XD Also, you know the storm outside, yeah. I get to walk in it. -_-)

Alexander looks at him. "Here, come in. I'll got call my friend. Also, don't do this around me, thanks." He slips from the room to call the man.

((The storm passed us over. It rained for a good three minutes.))

Cinnabar shuffled into the room and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He really needed a fix, and to get back to work. Money was something he should always have handy.

(Well... Bite mee! And I have something to bother you 'bout, so bother me if I dun PM you. XD)

Alexander comes back up after a bit with a brown paper bag. "I'm lucky he was near here...," he mutters, handing Cinnabar the bag. He then leaves the room again, not wanting to see.

Cinnabar fished around in the bag. It only took him one minute to get everything set up, and then he jabbed the needle into his arm, closing his eyes.

Alexander paces in the living room, not sure if he did the right thing. He sighs, going back into the kitchen to distract himself. He pours himself more water then listens to see if he hears anything, like Cinnabar coming back down.

Cinnabar didn't move from where he was. He had a blissfully calm look on his face. He didn't want to move. He wanted to stay still and savor this feeling for a while.

(We should do a Violet rp, you.)

After a bit, Alexander goes back up to make sure Cinnabar's okay. He knocks on the door softly and chews his lip. He leans against the wall while waiting.