Orion had been standing in the kitchen for nearly an hour now. At first he was simply exploring, but as like most men, his mind had traveled to food. Though not the food that he had been forced to eating for the last 50 odd years, but the kind of food he eat before. A human sandwich.

The only problem was the fact that it had been decades since he last made a sandwich and his mind had been on much more important things then remembering how.

But I did it... I think...

Picking up the 'thing' he had made he brought it up to his nose and sniffed. Suddenly he dropped the sandwich and screwed his nose up, it did not smell nice at all.

Wiping his hand down his face, which only made the mustard, jam, butter and peanut butter blobs smear even worse on his pale skin, he lent onto the counter which most of the sandwich had now been splattered onto. If someone where to walk in now, they would probably see a defeated teen who looked like a child trying to prepare his mother a breakfast in bed... though I don't think the child would have as much butternut in it's hair.

"Darn..." He sighed.

Sable had been wondering throughout the day before he has realized that he hadn't eaten. He used his noise to make way to the kitchen. When he appeared he was greeted with a slightly amusing sight, almost sad to in a way.

"Do you need some help lad?" He smiled greeting a man he hadn't seen before.

Orion tensed. He had not meant to be caught in the kitchen, many vampires don't eat human food any more so he thought he would be alone and safe from the others.

It wasn't that he didn't want to meet new people and such, he did, it was the fact that they would see how much he failed at creating something as simple as a sandwich, call it male pride or simpy embarrassment but he did not enjoy others viewing his mistakes.

Turning around so his back was to the new voice he had not met before, which most would say would be a mistake, you should never turn your back on a stranger. But the first thing this stranger had said was to offer help, so turning his back was acceptable. That and he didn't was the other to see his blush of embarrassed from getting caught.

"I-im fine." He replied quickly. "It's just.... been a while."

Opening the draw next to his body he pulled it open and grabbed a large tea towel. Pretending that he could actually see the mess he had made he slowly started to wipe the towel across the surface, smudging the food even more.

Sables good nature kicked in.

"You know. It is okay to ask for help. Ill stay over here for now because you seem like you want to be independent and do things yourself." He looked a bit closer at the boy taking small clue into play. "But if you cant see. I will gladly help you. Its no big deal really."

Orion frowned as he thought about the offer. Stretching his hands out again he continued to wipe down the counter before using his air to find the breads location once more.

Glad to help? He's another who wants to help me.... But I don't need help! Really, I ...don't... okay... maybe I do...

He sighed as he wiped his face with his hands for a second time before turning towards the other man and nodding.

"Okay. I guess I could use the... help."

Sable knelt down helping the young man pick his mess up. Sabel didn't mid helping at all, but he didn't want to demasculate the boy.

"I'm Sable" He may as well make minor chit chat while helping. "You?"

"Name's Orion." He stuck his hand out slowly towards the other man before remembering all the amount sticky food that was currently smudged across them.

He sighed and wiped the back of his hand across his forehead once again. He hadn't been around many members of the coven yet and it was till a very weird feeling being accepted and taken in after being alone for so long.

"I.... uh.... apologize.... I am not the best at.... meeting new people." He tried to explain stiffly.