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Tholo was glad that Danilo didn't press him on the matter of yesterday. Probably later after a few beers he would explain in more details, when he was unwound and not bothered by it so much. Plus another reason to hit the bars was to see if he couldn't get himself some fun while they were enjoying themselves. While Danilo was hunting for his soulmate, currently Tholo didn't want anything from his after yesterday at the moment even if it was hard enough to forget the bloodsucker.

"Yeah to much reality crap on it anymore," Tholo replied to Danilo's remark on television. When Danilo continued cooking in silence Tholo himself retreated inward and waited, use to long moments of quiet moments even the awkward kind. He would of perhaps given Danilo a hand but compared to Danilo's cooking, it put him to shame at times even after over six hundred years of living. Smelling the succulent meal coming from the kitchen made him perk up more then even the coffee did.

"Do a little wandering maybe, see what is going on perhaps, hell maybe we'll take the car, god knows when the last time I put gas in it," he said. It wasn't that Tholo hated driving he just preferred walking, despite the fact the streets were crowded with people during the midday at least it wasn't as cramp as a car which felt like a cage at times to him. The car he spoke of was an old custom jet black 1973 Ford Falcon XB GT coupe.