"Howdy there, friend! I seem unable to answer at the moment, but you just leave a lil message right here, and I'll get back to you, quick as a bunny hop!"
Because suddenly I'm feelin' guilty just thinkin' about being with another man and that wouldn't happen if we were just friends. I know that you care, too.
Not clinical. *Traditional*. Priest, remember? Or I was.
And. I'd like that. Being exclusive, I mean. It's a good place to be. [Understatement of the damn year. His dead heart grew three sizes this night.] But, now a tough question: what about feedin' on people?
[He's half 'wait its only blood' and '...fuck, this reverse checkmate isn't fun at all.']
I can live with that. Good thing you taste so sweet.
Like him. Be friends with him. Steal one of his dreadfully tacky suits. [That's a lie. Dude's got a sense of style that not even Steve can deny.] Just no touching. Or biting. I won't type out those words but just know I'm thinkin' 'em.
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Don't come!
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[Yup, he's old. And drunk.]
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[This bitter lil bitch.]
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I'll give you whatever you want.
[Pagan Min, doing his absolute best to manipulate.]
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That's not fair!
We can talk tomorrow night.
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Fine. Text me when the hangover is done. I know they can hurt like a real son of a bitch. Might even last a couple nights.
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You little shit. Why do you suddenly care so much?
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Did you fuck your new friend?
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But if I had Norton over, and we fucked, you'd be upset with me.
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Yes.
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And. I'd like that. Being exclusive, I mean. It's a good place to be. [Understatement of the damn year. His dead heart grew three sizes this night.] But, now a tough question: what about feedin' on people?
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Would you want me giving my blood to another vampire? [Not that he would, but...hypotheticals.]
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...Except Laszlo. Fuck that guy. I don't want his fangs on you, ever.
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I like Lazlo. He's a shit, but at least he owns it.
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I can live with that. Good thing you taste so sweet.
Like him. Be friends with him. Steal one of his dreadfully tacky suits. [That's a lie. Dude's got a sense of style that not even Steve can deny.] Just no touching. Or biting. I won't type out those words but just know I'm thinkin' 'em.
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