Characters: Conrad, Vesser
Summary: Conrad realises maybe baby sitting wouldn't be such a great idea, but then again, maybe it won't be too bad.
Rating: G (c'mon there's only one swear!)
Notes: I probably spend far too much time thinking about Conrad and the way his Mother treated him, and all the possible ways that had affected the way he acts now. Not to mention I probably spend far too much time thinking about Conrad in general. Also this is totes non-slash, I'm sorry if that's your thing but Conworth is my OTP, and after reading The Games We Play on Y! you could possibly throw Lamont in there too (I dig poly).

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Conrad understood what abusive parents were like so naturally he felt bad for the poor kid, but that still didn't excuse his oafish behaviour, nor the fact that he left mess everywhere he went. If Conrad had known his condo would look like a test site for bombs he wouldn't have agreed to watch over Vesser.

The sight of his once meticulously clean living room had just confirmed to Conrad that, yes, vampires could get tension headaches, and that they just might possibly be able to have strokes.

"What the fuck..." Conrad's complaint was weak and died on his lips. He had thought it was bad enough when his place was ruined by Adelaide, but the sight that greeted him rivaled Worth's office, and Hanna's apartment combined. Conrad didn't think it was humanly possible for one person to create such a mess in one afternoon.

Conrad had a mind to kick the slovenly teenager awake and demand that he clean up the mess he had made, but the look of absolute peace on the boy's face made him think otherwise; After everything he'd been through he deserved a few moments of peace, even if he could only get it in his sleep.

Sighing inwardly Conrad set about straightening up his condo, planning on sitting down with Vesser when he woke up to set down some ground rules and make some sort of chores chart. However long Vesser was staying he might as well make himself useful around the place.

Conrad paused in his ministrations having just realised he could be stuck with Vesser for a long while. It's been years since Conrad last lived with other people he'd bailed out of home as soon as he could, and remembered never getting along with any of his dorm mates at college. Chewing on his bottom lip Conrad wondered if this would be a harder thing to adjust to than his recent change into one of the undead, especially if he was to be greeted with such a sight every time he got up for the night.

Shifting through a few stray books that Vesser had left strewn across the floor Conrad had noticed they were all sci-fi novels. Maybe if his possible taste in books was anything to go by this wouldn't be too bad, at least they had some sort of common ground.

Not to mention, Conrad thought to himself, he had missed needing to cook. Since actually eating food made him ill Conrad had no need to bother cooking, and one of the things he enjoyed about spending his nights at late night cafes was the smell of all the food and coffee. So really, maybe this wouldn't be too bad.

At least after they got over the initial hurdle of cleanliness.