"Ah, yes, I see. A... telly," Kaden replied, sounding interested. [i]Nope, not a goddamn thing,[/i] he thought. Now, Kaden had no problem using "amnesiac" as a nickname for John, as he was apparently, what was the word they'd used, [i]crass[/i]. He was petty sure insensitive had also been thrown his way once or twice. The nicest thing he'd ever been called was "aloof." That said, John was just so pathetic he couldn't bear to actually say anything, and so let the man ramble on... and on... and on... while Kaden just put on a very fake smile and [i]didn't[/i] listen. Meanwhile, the conversation at the bar about sigils seemed to have ended. [i]And there goes my distraction...[/i]

Or so he thought. Suddenly there was a loud noise that stopped John's vocal diarrhea. Of course, he'd never validate those who'd called him crass and insensitive by saying he was glad for that... out loud. But yes, he was quite glad, well, as glad as someone who was all but dead to the world could be.

"She's a loud one, isn't she," he muttered under his breath, and then turned back to John, as the man apparently wasn't done speaking to him. "Bubbling eh?" Kaden completely ignored John's attempt to correct himself. "Sounds witchy. You might wanna check under your pillow for hex bags before you go to bed, last thing you want is for your tongue to liquify and choke you in your sleep or something." Kaden chuckled darkly. "Seriously though, it can happen." The look of mild amusement faded from his face at John's question though. "Watched, hm? Well, I mean, there's that girl who's always staring at your. . . but nah, your face looks too serious for that." Kaden tapped his fingers on the table thoughtfully. 

"As for me? All the time, but I guess I'm just sensitive to things like that. Comes with the territory, you know?" As he shifted his head, his eyes caught the light and glowed a greenish-yellow, like an animal. "But I guess it'd be different for you, wouldn't it? I don't know what to tell you, goldfish," he took an offhand shot at John's amnesia. "Maybe you are being watched, maybe there really is a hex bag under your pillow, or maybe you're just paranoid. I mean, with a head like yours, anything's possible right? You could be messed up, or you could have some weird memory trying to resurface that's making you feel off." The smirk he'd been wearing for the past few seconds faded, for something a little more serious. "But I'll tell you what, John. You find something real, something that makes you think something's really happening, let me know, and I'll see what I can do. Got nothin' else to occupy me after all."

And then an old man walked into a bar, and it wasn't the set-up to a lame joke. Out of the corner of his eye, Kaden watched him begin whispering to himself before taking a seat at the bar and order a drink. Kaden had no idea who he was, and after about two years, that meant something. The old man was acting cocky though, like he knew where he was and what he was doing. He wasn't acting like a stranger to the place. Kaden felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up; this old man was setting him on edge. He wondered who he was.

"Bubbling, huh?" Kaden whispered to himself. Maybe John was on to something.