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Alex slipped off the roof hearing the bell wring and he landed softly on the ground. He pulled his coat around himself tightly along with that red scarf and fingerless gloves again. He walked to her car getting there a few minutes before her as he sat down on the ground calmly. He yawned quietly stretching a little bit before he saw her and smiled a little bit. "I said I would so here I am, Rosa," he said with a gentle smile.

He blushed looking at her surprised that no one would call her Rose or Rosa. Rose use to be his favorite thing to call her and she use to love it since he grew them for her as well. Time changed so much apparently. He climbed into the car and closed his eyes seeming to sleep on the way. Upon the arrival to the mall, he climbed out once the doors were unlocked and looked around. He hadn't been into a place like this for a while and he kind of liked it. He pulled his own wallet out and counted his money before walking with her into the mall holding the door for her before entering the large, complex building.

Alexander fallowed after her quietly without a word as he looked around keeping his hands buried deep into his pockets. He looked around the store unsure quietly and not really caring. He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck with the bright red practically glowing from how dark the rest of his clothes as he looked around. Eventually, he closed his eyes just stopping and breathing in the smells of everything unsure. He needed to relax his mind that was going haywire from being out around so many people again.

Alex was snapped out of his issues and thinking before she hooked his arm and dragged him along. He looked at her for a second before walking on his own to her car before seeing how tired she was. He plucked the keys out of her pocket walking with her now leading her before he opened the passenger side door to her. Then he slipped past her to the driver seat climbing in finding it odd for how low it was. "I'll take you back home, I can walk from there," he said reassuringly in a quiet voice as he pulled on his seat belt.

"I drive a motorcycle," he said softly backing the car up at terrifying speed before almost ripping it forward as the car struggled to keep up with the power he could force through it with his own power. He drove loudly down the road not even seeming to blink or move really. He'd had years upon years upon years of practice that gave him plenty of time to be able to outrace the greatest driver or daredevil on any vehicle around. "Where do you live?" he asked calmly in that same low, even voice that he always did almost no mater what.

"I'll be fine, I promise, Rose," I said softly using that old nickname I always used. He closed his eyes and yawned softly before opening them again not changing corse at all. Another benefit, you would never, ever, not know where you are going even if you closed your eyes. Since those last words, he didn't say anything as he drove her home. Once he got there, he stopped the car, parked it and took the keys out. He turned it off and climbed out walking out the door to her door and opened it. He held his hand out to her to help her up again and into her house.

Just like last time, she ended up inches away from his face as he helped her up onto the curb while he stood on the road. He picked his face up out of his scarf so it hugged his neck instead of his face hiding it. He looked into her blue eyes as his changed before her to that wild but tame violet eyes looking at her curiously. "Anything else you need?" he asked softly and quietly.

"Good, then I have to get going," he said in a voice that sounded a lot more pained then what he was letting on earlier. It wasn't as much physical but mental pain of leaving her again. He looked into her eyes one last time before he broke free and started walking down the sidewalk with his hands deep in his pockets. He pulled his scarf back up hiding his snarl from leaving her. If it was up to him, he would have taken her inside and helped her. That wasn't possible. He had things he "had" to do. Or at least that was his excuse.