It's been a while since he woke up in that hotel room with no memories. Since then he's been going wherever the next piece to his life seems to have fallen. Maybe there's one in Bayfield, maybe not. But his time here has unveiled a few..disturbing things to his rebooted mind.

For instance. The minute he walked into the coffee shop, he took note of every person he could see. There are two people visible behind the counter, probably one or two more where you can't see them. A woman is reading her book by a window and, if he feels like it, Keiblen can tell you that she's turned the page seven times since he stepped in. He'll even remember how they like their coffee the next time he sees them.

That is not normal. Neither is his fascination with hurting people and hearing them scream, though it's more a fascination with revenge than anything. Either way, he does what he can to feel that satisfaction.

It's times like this, though, standing in line at the coffee shop when he can really think. Now that he's separated from the thing that gives him a strange pleasure he can look back on himself and think, What sort of person am I that I take joy in such things?

Keiblen's short, dark blond hair gets in his face and he can't see all of the cup that he's holding, but he pays for it anyway. He takes a sip of his drink and finds out that it isn't his drink at all. Must have gotten someone else's, damn it.

Must have gotten someone else's, damnit. are Bo Licht's thoughts almost exactly. Translate that sentence into German, and it would be exact.
Bo has picked up Keiblen's drink, and he knows immediately that it isn't his, because he likes his mocha just so, and this isn't fixed just so at all. Nor is it even mocha.
He scrunches his pretty little nose in disgust and holds the offending coffee away from him. Then he sniffs.
His sense of smell is far sharper than that of a human's, and he smells the chocolate in the coffee he ordered right away.
He taps Keiblen's shoulder.
"Entschuldigung, but...I...think you have mine, and I have yours."

Looking at him, what comes to mind is is that a boy...or a girl?
Unfortunately, his voice doesn't make it any clearer.

Kieblen wouldn't know just so if it hit him in the face. All he knows is that it isn't cold. A major no no for the iceman. Obviously, if someone else has the drink that he paid for, he's going to get it. So he turns around, not ready for the sight that awaits him.

He doesn't know whether to call it pretty or...unnatural. Due to the fact that Keiblen's bordering in homo-phobe, he's cautious and takes a few steps backwards when he doesn't know what the person in front of him is. Obviously, if it isn't a girl, he's going to be much less comfortable in his thinking place.

He hesitantly stretches out the hand with the coffee, not sure whether or not he wants to touch the..being in front of him.

"Sorry about that..."

Bo smiled teasingly, because if someone's going to be disconcerted at you, you might as well have fun with it.
He switched the coffees and sipped happily at his own, licking his lips before speaking to Kleiben again.
"Are you alone?"

He shook his head, even though the words coming out of his mouth were yes.

His train of thought had been disrupted and the shaking of his head was almost a physical rendition of trying to get them back in order. He'd been trying to figure himself out, pull the threads closed on his wounded mind. It wasn't working.

The woman at the window turned her page again.

Someone was ordering a nonfat mocha latte, an older person by the sound.

The thing in front of him was flirting.

It's nothing personal. The thing in front of him is always flirting. Bo, being half incubus, needs sex (or rather the human energy that comes from it) to survive; he hasn't had any in a while, and he's hungry.
Still, he's not averse to helping someone, even if it doesn't seem like they'd reward him with a...'meal'. His smile changes to one of concern.
"You look troubled. Would you like to talk about it?"

Keiblen briefly wonders if anyone in this city has heard of privacy. First it was the man in the park and now a person in a coffee shop. Mayhaps he just doesn't like people being forward or prying...they seem to have an attraction to him, though.

"No, I'm..." he can't think of the word for it, "I don't need to talk about it."

Liar.

"Are you sure?"
There's a light touch on his arm. Bo is looking up into his face, his expression altogether too understanding, considering he has no idea what's going on in Keiblen's life or mind.
"I would feel terrible if I left you to worry all by yourself..."

He still doesn't know whether or not to pull away. This is a little difficult for Keiblen to understand because he knows about people. Not emotionally, heavens no, but physical habits and appearances are things that stick in his mind. But he's never encountered an "it" before.

He also doesn't want to answer that question. He doesn't like people knowing about him, but for some reason wants to make sure that he doesn't alienate anyone. If he accidentally does, he has a potential enemy outside of his scrutiny.

...When did he start thinking like that?

"But I'm not...you're already worrying, right?"

"About you, yes. I will worry more if you go and brood alone."
Suddenly, he laughs, the sort of sound that could brighten a prison cell.
"Oh, how silly! Here I stand and ask you to talk to me, and say how worried I am...and you do not even know who I am! My name is Bo."
It's too bad for Kleiben that 'Bo' could belong to a boy or a girl.

Is there no end to this being's androgeny? It's like that character Pat on old SNL reruns. Nothing gives it away...

Most of the thoughts running through his head are akin to: And..you're supposed to know me? It's acting like..it knows him but knows that he doesn't know it...strange..

He almost doesn't even hold out his hand to shake. But he does.

"Hi Bo, I'm O--" he starts (apparantly it's a habit). Fortunately he finishes with a less embarassing name, "Keiblen. Just Keiblin."

He takes Keiblen's hand and shakes. His own is slender, delicate, and smooth, but his grip is surprisingly firm.
"I am pleased to meet you, Keiblen." He smiled, flashing those perfectly white teeth.
"And before you ask, no, you have never met me before. We did not go to high school together. I never saw you at the grocery store. I have been told that my manner is overly familiar. Many people think they ought to know me."

Damn, and for a second he almost thought he'd get to find out who he was.

He's slowly beginning to think that it'll never happen and he's a stupid innocent to think otherwise. But that's only the cynical part of his mind, the part that relishes in pain.

There are another four people in she shop now and Keiblen and Bo are sort of in the way of the counter.

The woman flips another page and someone in the back just spilled coffee on himself.

"We should get out of the way, don't you think?"

It really is bugging him, the whole gender mystery.

"Oh! Of course. Shall we sit down?"
He moves toward a booth, simultaneously removing the long coat he'd been wearing.
He's flat-chested, but he's wearing a skirt. He's also wearing pants. Eyeliner (gold), mascara (also gold), nail polish (black), no lipstick. Men's running shoes, black. Contradictions, contradictions.
He does it on purpose. Surprised?

Those contradictions make his head a little more muttled than normal. But then Keiblen gives up. It's no use, if he ever finds out, great. His mind has already accepted, though, that he probably won't.

"Sure." The table he chooses is closer to the back of the shop. Subconciously, he knows that it's easier to protect. Strange things going on with his mind, though. He doesn't even know who he is and his head's thinking these things on his own.

"So," Bo murmured, sliding into a chair, "what's the matter, Keiblen?"
His bright blue eyes are so wide-open and trustworthy looking, his smile so endearing...
A lot of people find it hard not to tell him things.

Keiblen is not a lot of people. In fact, he's only one at the moment. Sooner or later he may become two, but at the moment, he's just one. Perhaps, however, at one point in time he was a lot of people, or at least like them, which might be why he feels compelled to speak.

While he mulls over whether or not he should follow the compulsion, the lady turns her page another time and people are exchanging money over the counter. He's not distracted by any of this, merely aware and taking note of it.

He might not even say anything if he knew Bo was, in fact, a man. But since Bo is so clever at hiding his masculinity(and flaunting the lack thereof) Keiblen is more inclined to talk. So he does, slowly at first.

"A little while ago...I began changing from the person I knew myself to be. I," a thin film of ice creaks across his cup, "I started noticing that when I got upset, I would want to do something to hurt the person I'd been upset by. Physically. And I enjoy it. Too much."

If he were to look, Bo would notice that Keiblen's drink isn't that anymore, it's a block of flavored ice.

"Your drink's frozen."
He said it matter-of-factly. Ice mage. No big deal.
"Do you know why?"

"What? Why my drink's frozen? Yeah," and he gave It a look saying I'm-not-stupid-you-jackass.

It isn't as if he can help it though. He was also finding out that when he was nervous or uneasy he'd drop his temperature. Simple as that. Other people blush, he chills. It's just part of how he handles stress.

Bo rolled his eyes, though not in an unfriendly manner.
"Not that. Why you hurt people."

"I did it because I wanted to hear them scream. I wanted them to hurt because I wanted to hear them cry."

He's not looking at Bo anymore, just brooding at the grains in the table.

"Why?"
My, but doesn't he ask the difficult questions?

"I don't know why, that's the fucking problem!"

His fist slammed into the table.

The woman dropped her book.

People spilt their coffee.

And everyone stared.

"Shhh!"
Bo took Keiblen's hand in both of his own, uncurling his fist. His speech was gentle but urgent.
"You have to stop it. It isn't right to hurt people that way, and you have to stop. I will help you if you need it."
A pause, and something like a smile returned to his face.
"I will...be your conscience."

"I know it's not right, but how the hell are you going to help me if I don't want help when I need it, huh?"

Workers were bustling about, trying to help clean up various messes other customers made. The lady still hadn't picked up her book, she was busy trying to get a stain out of her blouse.

Someone was approaching their table. It was the manager, she was asking them to leave.

"So you are in an altered mental state when it happens? Ach, entschuldigung."
He stood, rounding on the manager. Those brilliant eyes went cold.
"My friend and I are having a conversation."
Not endearing at all, anymore. Not the same friendly little boy-girl of only moments before. Something frightening and dangerous, like a snake.

The manager, who was frightened and rightfully so, backed away with an apology and asked if there was anything else they might need.

The only acknowledgment of her presence by Keiblen was a sudden temperature drop around the woman. If you looked closely, you might be able to see her breath.

"No, thank you. There is nothing."
A perfect smile, and he sat down again, leaving the manager to her...leaving.
"Now, to continue with our discussion. You are in an altered mental state when this happens?"

He shook his head. He was doing it again and all she'd done was tell them to leave. Maybe he had a problem with authority?

"Sort of. I'm not not myself. I'm completely aware of what I'm doing I just...want to. I almost need to."

There was a faint buzz--everyone was talking about them and his outburst. A few employees were getting on the manager for letting them stay. The woman with the book decided to leave and everyone else was annoyed and angry.

Bo leaned back and flashed the entire coffeeshop a gorgeous smile that said quite clearly 'I am capable of biting through your jugular in under thirty seconds.'
A wave of silence spread.

Lowering his voice, he turned back to Keiblen.
"But it troubles you later. Why?"

"Because I wasn't like this when I first lost my memory. I was normal and this isn't normal. Don't you get it, I'm hurting people and it's getting worse. At first it was a few kids in the park that got on my nerves but then I attacked someone for no reason at all. He was cowering and I didn't care."

He didn't think about "protecting his secret." He wanted to know what the hell was going on with him.

"...so stop it."
Bo shrugged.
"If you're doing it willfully but you don't like it because it isn't normal...stop it."

"But I can't! Are you listening to me at all?! It's like I'm a different person but I'm not. Moments before something happens I might be fine wonderful. Hell, last time I was trying not to do it again! It doesn't make a difference because as soon as I change my mind it's changed until the deed is done."

"...that's why you need me to stop you, at least until you can do it on your own. So you won't have regrets."
Somehow, he's supposed to follow Keiblen around to keep him out of trouble and protect Rasmus? Sounds impossible, doesn't it?
But he'll manage it.

"And just how, exactly, do you plan on doing that, huh? Moving in with me?"

"Sure."
With frequent visits to the little redhead, of course.

Wait, what?

"Huh?"

"I said 'sure.' That's how I plan on doing it. By moving in with you."
Smug, very smug.
But still so cute, damnit.

He didn't really have an argument to that. Besides, the self-suredness convinced him that it was a good idea.

"..Ok. I live in a hotel."