Aramis was a little embarrassed about what had been asked. His face burned up slightly as he was forced to admit it. He, Archduke-heir Aramis Payne IV, a noble title...had only two pairs of clothing. Of them, they were all ragged and dirty some of them torn slightly. The apparel he wore now was in tact mostly, save for the jeans which seemed torn by design. He looked to Jon and with a little gulp he nodded. "Yeah, I-I mean no. I have another pair but it's...sort of torn up" He said. He had been living in the city for a month. He'd been kind of expecting it, though he had hoped to have found Xavier's Institute by now. Living on the streets definitely gave him some insight as to what had happened in the world outside of royal walls however. This experience is not one he would ever forget, especially not with such memorable characters. He slung the messenger bag over his shoulder and smiled as he decided to follow Jonathan's lead. Apparently he knew the guy, he was being all... nice to him. The ride there Aramis stuck to the back seat, chin planted in his palm as he looked out the window, a sinking feeling in his stomach...like he was being watched. His eyes shifting to steal a glance at Jonathan, whom he was pretty sure looking back at him occasionally, though be it coincidence or skill, he never actually say him looking back. Aramis did note the small pain Jonathan was feeling, and for whatever reason he decided to simply remove it for the male, save him some torment.
The interaction between Jon and this guy were almost...amusing to say the least, even Jon kissing him on the cheek after they arrived. It got Aramis' attention, and a stare of observation. Was this a relationship of sorts? It didn't matter, Aramis simply waited there awkwardly for Jonathan to wrap things up. It was an interesting place to be sure. Certainly not the luxury that Aramis was used to, but in all honestly he was perfectly alright with that. Even when he was back in England, he hated the pampered life, the struggles in the streets made him appreciate it, but surely there had to be a middle ground. This was apparently the very middle ground he imagined. He let out a deep exhale as he looked over the house. Jon appeared next to him, making him shiver a little, hating how people assumed they could simply sneak up on him. He looked to Jon with a little smirk, tolerating his little transgression. "Yeah... looks nice." Aramis said, secretly hoping to use this place as an excuse to take a proper bath or shower or anything that would let him get the grime off of him.
The interaction between Jon and this guy were almost...amusing to say the least, even Jon kissing him on the cheek after they arrived. It got Aramis' attention, and a stare of observation. Was this a relationship of sorts? It didn't matter, Aramis simply waited there awkwardly for Jonathan to wrap things up. It was an interesting place to be sure. Certainly not the luxury that Aramis was used to, but in all honestly he was perfectly alright with that. Even when he was back in England, he hated the pampered life, the struggles in the streets made him appreciate it, but surely there had to be a middle ground. This was apparently the very middle ground he imagined. He let out a deep exhale as he looked over the house. Jon appeared next to him, making him shiver a little, hating how people assumed they could simply sneak up on him. He looked to Jon with a little smirk, tolerating his little transgression. "Yeah... looks nice." Aramis said, secretly hoping to use this place as an excuse to take a proper bath or shower or anything that would let him get the grime off of him.