𝓘𝓒 𝓘𝓷𝓫𝓸𝔁

[hampire]

"𝓘'𝓶 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝔂 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀; 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹."

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[crassidy]

alright there love. where'd u scutter off to?

[hampire]

My room

[Lying on his not-a-coffin bed, staring forlornly at the ceiling.]

[crassidy]

[Less than a minute later he's there, giving the briefest knocks and then slipping inside, shutting the door behind him. He lingers at the doorway for a second, squinting over to the bed.]

... Sorry 'bout that.

[He knows all too well what it's like being that third wheel of a shouting match. Bu with apologies out the way he's slinking to the bed to perch on the edge of it.]

[hampire]

[It's not so much the third wheel in a shouting match that's getting him down as much as it's the happy outcome of said shouting match (why yes he hung around long enough to hear all that); knowing that Cassidy has such a close ally around now who's likely to come to his defense all too quickly. That'll make any prolonged punishment so much harder.

He glances over, managing a tiny sympathetic smile.] On the contrary, I'm sorry you had to go through that.

[crassidy]

[Poor Eccarius having such a difficult life where he can't just murder his boy friend and be done with it.]

Ah, it was bound to come out eventually. [He says with a dismissive swipe of his hand, legs swinging up as he flops onto the bed and wriggles closer to the center. On his back, hands folding on his stomach as he stares up.]

We didn't exactly part on the best of terms, like.

[Tulip, he means, obviously. He's not aware of any parting he and Eccarius may do.]

[hampire]

[Right? Why can't these things ever be easy. >( ]

Yes, I got that impression. It's hard when you and a friend don't see eye-to-eye.

[He stays where he is, rather than moving to give Cassidy more room, the closeness being fine.]

[hampire]

[continued from here.]

It's been a rather successful shopping trip, all in all—Eccarius has some new stylish sexy clothes, Cassidy now has a few things that didn't come out of a dumpster, including a new leather collar, the use of which will definitely be fun to explore, plus they're also both coming home with new attitudes (maybe) regarding biting and blood-drinking. Will Eccarius be able to bite another vampire in a sexy way without killing him? Will Cassidy get over his reluctance to bite anyone at all? Only time will tell.

Entering his room, Eccarius switches the light on and drops his shopping bags on the floor. Glancing back at Cassidy, his smile is half demure, half seductive. "Home sweet home," he murmurs. It's not Mrs. Rosen's basement, but it'll do for the moment.

[crassidy]

Cassidy definitely counts this a damn good day, full of successful ventures and important discussions that needed broaching. It's a weight off his shoulders and a true bonus that it'd all gone as he'd hoped, not that he'd have held it against Eccarius to disagree to any of the topics brought up, but this? This was all working out well.

Possibly too well considering Cass' general inability to have nice things, but fuck it, he'll enjoy it all while he can.

"I love what you've done with the place," he comments like he didn't see this very room literally yesterday. It's not Mrs. Rosen's basement, but as far as he's concerned it's far better without a bunch of vampire wannabes hanging around outside. Now it's just the two of them, and... maybe whatever roommates are hanging around.

[hampire]

For his part, Eccarius is not currently viewing their conversation(s) as particularly weighty—at least not to the extent Cassidy is. Important topics to be sure in any relationship, but they fade a bit when one's mind is preoccupied with revenge, as might be expected. But it would've seemed suspicious if he'd been dismissive, so here they are.

"It'll take a little work to get it up to the gothic dungeon level," he replies dryly. And he wouldn't be at all surprised if any roommates did pop in at inopportune moments; that demon cat coming to mind.

"Now then... what was that you were saying about the challenges of removing tight leather pants?"

[crassidy]

It will be a huge disappointment if Eccarius doesn't completely decorate his room to be another gothic masterpiece, honestly. It's just not the same without drapes, coffins and candles everywhere, but for now Cass is fine with what they have, so long as there's something comfortable to sit or lay on, or not, really, he's not that fussy.

The bags he was holding get dumped by the door and he's chewing on his bottom lip to try and prevent the cheesiest of grins threatening to spread across his face as he stalks forward.

"I hear it's a two man job," he comments, a finger hooking into the waistband of those leather pants to tug Eccarius in closer, leaning down just enough to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I like this look on you. Reminds me you can rough it with us lowlifes."

[hampire]

Shrugging the denim jacket off, he lets the garment fall to the floor; one less layer to worry about. Not that he's sporting his usual amount, with just the tight t-shirt underneath. There is something to be said, he supposes, for minimalism in this instance.

"Well, if you don't think you can handle it," he smirks, "perhaps we'll need to bring in some help." There you go Cassidy, start thinking of potential threesome partners.

"For all you know, I may have been a cutthroat pirate at some point, a few hundred or so years back."

[crassidy]

Tight pants and tight t-shirt after having dealt with all those layers in the past is honestly just a great thing and he's living for it. Bless this world for letting it all happen, and double bless Eccarius for talking about needing extra help, that'll keep Cass' mind occupied for the next few eternities. Literally everyone is a potential target now.

"Ooh, I could believe it, got that sexy pirate look down to a fine art." Except maybe lacking a few anchor tattoos, but Cass has enough ink for both of them.

He nuzzles into the crook of Eccarius' neck, affectionate rather than anything remotely vampiric, breathing out his words with a naive sort of curiosity, "Bet you got some tales to tell."

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[crassidy]

[Crazy late one night, or perhaps stupidly early. Good thing they're nocturnal beings and all.]

so whos basment did u move into this tiem?

[hampire]

what difference does that make

[crassidy]

just fukin askng is al

[hampire]

why, planning a murder attempt?

[crassidy]

idk. planning on eatng ppl?

[crassidy]

[Laid at the door of Eccarius' room in Maurtia Falls is a Valentines Day card scrawled with the name "anon" and a little love heart, and a bottle of blood wine.]

[hampire]

[This is so sweet! So sweet, he's wondering if there's any chance it might be from someone other than Cassidy... although no one leaps to mind.]

Is that your middle name now? 'Anon'?

[crassidy]

idk wat ur talking about m8

[hampire]

[Uh oh]

I see.

Never mind, then!

1/2

[crassidy]

did u like it??

[crassidy]

i mean the thing i dont know about

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[hellogoodhigh]

hey so my family is doing this huge birthday bash for all of us on the 1st!

booze is free and i'd love to see u there!

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[maskormods]

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