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"My self control is already pretty low -- I doubt I'll be able to resist it." he sighed. "So here's to -- making sure it never -- happens!" he smirked, highly unlikely of course but he was ever the optimistic one.

"I like that answer -- a lot more." he smiled. "Okay I hate how rabbits is to go to for like-- a non-human vampire snack -- because that just-- I don't know man it's weird, mainly because their -- like -- so small -- like I know we don't need much -- but it can't be that easy to hunt and eat rabbits?" he rambled. "I'm glad I'm not the only one that's-- going to suck! Makes me feel -- much -- muuuuch better about my skills."

"It doesn't have to happen, no, but I will be extremely impressed by your control if you can resist when it's put right under your nose." Malcolm replied softly, trying his best not to scare the other but show him the realities of vampirism. "Control is something you constantly have to work on, otherwise it'll rear its ugly head at the worst time." He knew that himself all too well, still often getting flashbacks of what he did to Freyja, and his ex-girlfriend, and countless others before his time in Port Leiry.

He shrugged at the question, unsure on the answer to the others question, "I mean, when I first moved here I was living in some temporary accommodation. The guy had dogs, and they loved me; maybe they're better at sensing when they're in danger, will stay until they sense it coming. I don't know. What I do know is that most of us who are on a non-human diet go for animals such as rabbits, you know, the ones that people eat anyway." Mal tried his best to explain, but he didn't have all the answers and he didn't think he ever would. "But anyways, yes, at some point we can go bowling together, I suppose. I haven't been bowling since I was human, and even then it was a while ago. So, we'll suck together."

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Mylo hadn't expected that response -- at all-- so for a few seconds his facial expressions went from confused, to wanting to laugh, to being awkward. He let out an awkward cough as he tried to wrap his head around everything. He figured the other wasn't human, he could smell the blood and it smelled amazing right about now. "I ehm-- I'm still -- trying to learn so-- sorry I eh-- just wanted to -- listen?" he questioned, mentally kicking himself over the weird ass answer.

"I think -- everywhere has leash laws -- sadly just cause it's a law -- doesn't mean people obey it -- you know." he shrugged, shuffling on his feet awkwardly. "I like the dogs-- makes this place -- I don't know -- normal."

Flicking a thumb of careless blood from the corner of his lip, Daniel's eyes narrow on the boy; perceptions still dilated from the rush of fresh blood, he can usually practically see the veins bursting from the living, hear the quiet flow of blood as a quiet, distant drum thrums it along the whole of them.

Boyo here is quiet.

Quiet and stumbling over himself. "Kinky."

Daniel offers him a consolatory wink. "Relax, kid, we're in the same club." He leans into the dim reflection in a nearby storefront, fixing his silver-and-white hair into the styled mess he prefers rather than the chaotic mess of close intimacy before standing back again to regard the onlooker.

"Where's there to go here," he asks. "That isn't... loud, you know? Or full of dogs. God, so many dogs around here - do they not have leash laws on the West Coast?"

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"Yea that was ehm -- well kinda obvious dude -- people usually don't abuse the machines -- when their winning." he grinned. He carefully watched the other, listening. One thing he knew is how relaxing gaming could be, especially after a tiring day, however it could also have the reverse affect -- like in poor Matthias' case, Mylo wasn't one to judge though. He had had his own run ins with game consoles before.

"Weeks? That sounds -- rough dude. Sorry donkey kong is an absolute -- menace." he smiled. "Well -- I'd say play any multiplayer game -- against me, and you'll for sure win. I suck -- so sadly -- not able to give any great recommendations."

Matthias lifted his hands from the machine, running them through his hair as if to smooth out both his frustration and his embarrassment. He knew Mylo worked here, and while they’d exchanged casual nods or a few words in passing, he hadn’t expected the guy to be within earshot of his little tantrum.

The joke brought a huff of dry laughter out of him, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Didn’t mean to rough it up. Donkey Kong’s just kicking my ass today,” he replied, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He tilted his head toward the machine, its pixelated screensaver mocking him from the corner of his eye. “I usually run the table on this thing, but I guess it’s not having me tonight.” He shifted his weight, leaning back against the game cabinet as his smirk faded into a more genuine, albeit tired, expression. “It’s been one of those weeks,” he admitted with a shrug. “Figured coming here might help, but even Donkey Kong’s not on my side.” His eyes flicked to Mylo. “You got any arcade wisdom to spare? I could use a win about now.”

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"Oh wow -- so Annalise, Annabelle and... Reid? I get the Annalise and Annabelle part but Reid is such a -- like -- it's so short compared to the other two?" Mylo said, making it sound like a question. Obviously everybody named their kid whatever they wanted, but he never understood how parents can pick names that are nothing alike when they have multiple children. "don't know where it came from but -- I know it's supposed to mean like -- soldier or --something."

"I guess they just liked names with Anna in it. My sister is called Annabelle, though she goes by her middle name. Brother got the better name, Reid." She offered, a shrug on her shoulders. Lis had never given much thought to where her name came from, mostly because she had little to no respect for the people who had named her. "You know where your name comes from?"

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"Nah spicy as in like-- fiery? Passionate -- that kind of spicy!" he explained, chuckling. "Hm I can definitely find that for you! Or well at least try my best!" he smiled. Making a mental note specifically for the undead part.

"Hm I don't know -- like -- physically I just -- I don't know, I'm all over the place I've -- like -- been interested in a variety of people you know?" he smiled. "Oh I'm down for drinks! Lead the way!"

"My type...." Aelin chuckled to herself, thinking about the question. What the fuck did spicy mean? "What is spicy? Like Extra peppers?" Aelin was rolling at the ideas swarming inside her brain. Mylo was young and hip, but she was old and outdated. "Just want a woman who is strong and independent and fucking gorgeous. Also, bonus points for being undead." Aelin loved the way he perceived the world. Even in this brief introduction, she could see the light in the darkness that would outlast eternity.

"What's your type, Mylo?" she asked, her laugh still lingering on her breath. This was the most effortless conversation she had had in years. "We need to get drinks and discuss this. Do you think? I know a place we can go."

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"Ohh right that's true -- I'm liking immortality a lot more now." he giggled. "God damn for real? Lucky! That was always my dream -- like find the one early and just get to spend all your time with 'em -- guess I kind of got what I wanted now?" he shrugged. "No worries, I will teach you the ways of modern dating!"

"Lot of personality as like -- spicy? Or just someone who just -- I don't know, knows stuff?" he asked, there were other words he was looking for but of course his bilingual ass went nolingual just when he needed it. "Hm -- someone I can rely on I guess, all I know is I either like em silent, or I like them to yap -- like I talk a lot and I know that -- so I need someone who can either really listen to whatever my brain rambles -- or I need someone who just -- stops my rambling with their own rambling!"

"Well, we have forever got to have all the fun we want," Aelin smirked at the idea that this friendship might last. Mylo seemed to be the kind of guy she could get along with. "My type, hmmm, It has been a long time since I been in the dating game. I was married in my 20s." Aelin chuckled softly. "I am afraid I am both out of touch and out of practice."

It was hard to think about what she wanted, her type, as Mylo put it. "I like women with a lot of personality. Other than that, well, how about you? What are you looking for?"

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He couldn't help but laugh along with her, this was the first time he'd laughed this hard since -- well -- a long time, especially with someone. God he was finally making friends, hell she was probably going to end up being his best friend, and it just made him so happy. He missed being social, he missed laughing and having fun. "Me too -- I haven't felt like this for -- too long -- jesus it feels good to make friends again -- to like -- talk again you know?" he smiled warmly. "Woman, my first was a guy -- I had a few like -- not really partners I guess? Like nothing official in between and my last girlfriend and I were together for -- 4 years. I'm glad to have a wingwoman -- though I'm not ready for serious shit yet -- but I am always down for fun -- so if you can help me arrange fun that'd be awesome."

"Sorry girl, my knowledge of people in this city is limited -- like I can give you gossip but I haven't gossiped about potential bachelorette's yet -- I'll keep my ears and eyes open though -- a lot of -- like pretty ladies end up coming to retrocity. I'll use my sneaky detective skills to figure out if their single and interested -- I'm good at getting people to talk -- whats ya type? So I know what I need to be looking for!"

Aelin laughed to the point of snorting. He was funny and put her in a good mood all around. "Mylo, I am thrilled we met. I haven't been this amused in a while." Aelin could not care less about his sexual appetite. This was a budding friendship. It was comical how their minds went there. "So, the last relationship was with a man, woman, or? Pardon my curiosity, but I will be your wingwoman any day of the week."

She had played with the idea of getting back on the supernatural market, even if just for one night. "You know any single ladies? I expect you would be a good wingman."

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"Ehh -- I've already done a lot of growing." he sighed. Smiling as she tapped his nose, before, affectionately, shaking his head. "At least I'm not the only one -- there is comfort in it -- for me, like -- I don't know, no judgement from plants you know? Like -- you can tell them anything, they don't care -- they just -- are there -- listening. It's nice."

"Oh I'll find some form of payment -- I can't just -- accept your help and give you nothing in return -- that'd be mean." he smiled, gently nudging her shoulder. "Oh a lot of things -- I'm really behind on laundry, but -- ain't no way I'm letting you near that -- dusting, I suck at dusting, vacuuming too but -- I was waiting to do that until I dusted -- which -- you know, I've been postponing." he admitted. "I think-- that's like the -- mayor two -- which -- are a lot -- because it's my entire appartement-- I was trying to like -- do it room per room like -- do one room each day but - I just -- can't get myself too you know?"

He pulled his knees up, wrapping his arms around his knees and resting his head ontop of them as he listened to her. Sometimes he felt bad about not missing home, it wasn't awful there -- so it felt awful that he felt liberated when he left. "I love unorganized gardens -- my plan, if I ever buy a house -- I want flowers everywhere -- specifically native flowers, no simple cut lawn -- just -- nature doing it's thing -- in moderation of course."

        she agrees with him, every word, she’s always been deeply enthralled with the plants, and their life. flora, and fauna, both, actually. life, in people too.  “ don’t you think you deserve that, too? to grow? ”  deeply sentimental, for a moment, before she reaches forward and taps the end of his nose, affectionately with a scrunch of her own.  “ anyway, i don’t think you’re crazy. i talk a lot, too. ”

        as they sit, allie turns towards him, a little, shoulder to shoulder with a slight angle. “ of course, i’d love to help! and- and you don’t have to pay me. i like chores, and stuff. what do you have to get done? i could be your snow white! ”

        “ i had one at home, like, a big one. my mom and i made it, together, but i guess … mostly her. it- it had normal plants, and magical ones, and- and so many flowers. so many, i think it’s the thing i miss the most about home. i mean, of course i miss home, too, but it’s … it’s weird. ”  the tail end of her rambles fades as memory draws her in, parts of her turning down, wilting, heavy like they’re wet. she tosses her head, and hair, shaking off the blues.  “ anyway, this is the closest thing, ‘cept i guess mine wasn’t so … organized? and it was by the cottage. i loved to sleep in it, too, even more than inside. ”  she looks back at him with sparkling eyes,  “ we’re, like, so lucky to be here. ”

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"Do I?! Oh I didn't know! God you are my saviour!" Mylo spoke as dramatic as he could, hand gestures and all before rolling his eyes with a smirk on his face. "I mean -- does it have to happen?" he questioned. "I mean -- I like giving off killer vibes -- it's kinda hot -- but -- damn I like being the innocent looking one." he sighed dramatically. He hadn't thought of it like that, of course he'd be giving off killer vibes -- technically he is one. Although he had that thought, he didn't want to hurt anyone, well maybe he wanted to hurt some people, but before he wouldn't have been able too. No matter how badly he wanted to hurt certain people he just didn't have it in him, but now? Things were different.

"Oehh hell yes bowling! Be prepared for some of the best bowling moves ever, and with that -- I mean I'll have my ball end up in the gutter every time without fail. I'm amazing -- I know." he joked. "Apparently I have a lot to learn -- I don't think I've -- like used excessive strength yet -- but to be honest I've been doing fuck all so not really an opportunity to try it out -- I also didn't know that was part of the deal." he rambled. "Wait -- seriously? I-- no come on -- does that mean like -- dogs and stuff don't like us either? Because -- that truly throws a wrench in my plans for immortality." he groaned, there was a lot of stuff that was probably obvious, things he should know or at least realize that he just hadn't truly thought about.

"You know to stay away from the bright light in the sky and the sharp pointy wooden things, right?" Malcolm teased, knowing anyone with vampire knowledge whether they believed or not knew that they had to stay away from that shit or meet their maker for the final time. "No offence, darling, but you're a vampire now so yes, yes you do give off killer vibes. It'll happen, at one point or another, whether you mean to or not." Unless of course, he was a natural at control; he was envious of those rarities considering just how much he struggled with it, and had been encouraged into it in the past.

"We could try bowling, just remember to curb back your strength so that the ball doesn't go through any walls or floors, hm?" He chuckled softly, especially at the werewolf comment. "They say birds can sense danger better than most animals, and unfortunately we're that danger now, to them at least." They had blood, so a vampire could make do with birds and the like if they had to.

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"Ah it's just a common name there too-- but I guess it also kinda is here? It's weird sometimes -- like how names make their way over to a country and then -- become so -- like -- used that they lose their roots -- you know?" he rambled. "I mean -- fair enough. I'm just glad you are okay."

"Not that I know of, but my folks don't really talk about that kind of family history." Lis replied, mirroring his smile before shaking her head at him. "No. No, don't worry. I won't be going to the police about something like this. I imagine they have much more pressing things to deal with. Thanks, though."

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Mylo had finally managed to tidy up his appartement, he didn't have a shift and everyone he knew seemed to be busy. Since he was starting to finally become more adventures he decided to just go out on a walk, do the one European thing he used to love. Who knows, maybe he met some interesting people or saw some new things to keep himself busy during the night.

He had to admit, he hadn't fully adjusted to the night life yet -- or the vampire life at that. So when he spotted two people, tucked away he figured he could try to learn the skill of listening for heartbeats. But as every time he tried, he got overwhelmed with all the other sounds going on, for some reason he usually ended up focusing on the buzzing of street lights. When he noticed the two walk away, he thought of just running off to not seem like -- well a creep, or a perv. Because that's definitely the vibe he would be giving off right now.

"Ehm -- yea sorry I eh -- I didn't -- mean to -- spy on you?"

who: open where: streets, late

His teeth are sunk into an absolutely gorgeous throat, hearbeat thrumming against his fangs until he feels the edge of hunger dull and then blunt completely before pulling back, holding her up while he calls her a ride. All you remember, is that tonight was a nice date, but we just didn't click. Daniel pulls the finger from between the blonde's lips, sucking the remnant clean from an already closed cut, and thumbs away any spillings from her now-healed throat. Walking her out of the dark alcove, he's caught a bit off-guard by somebody else nearby. Blondie, in a slight daze, tucks her hair behind an ear and sheepishly walks off from the two of them. He smiles at the newcomer. "Well, this is awkward."

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Mylo | Killian | Min-Jun

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT HEADCANONS pt 1.

send a question or a symbol, and specify muse if mumu!

What does your muse fear the most?

add some depth: include why they’re scared, when the fear started, was there a specific event that caused the fear to develop, can anything other than the fear itself trigger that feeling within them, etc.

What brings your muse the most joy?

add some depth: why does it bring them joy, how would they describe that feeling of joy, has anything else ever brought them the same joy, how did they find out that this brings them joy?

Is your muse capable of being evil?

add some depth: explain; if not, why not? if yes, why yes? was there an event that gave them the capabilities to be evil, how do you think they would’ve turned out if this event never happened, how does this effect their life and others around them?

What makes your muse angry?

add some depth: why does it make them angry, describe the first time this made them angry, when they feel this anger what do they do, do they think that they will ever reach a point where it doesn’t make them angry?

What makes your muse sad?

add some depth: why does it make them sad, what do they do in times of sadness, are they able to self-soothe and self-regulate, has there ever been a time in their life in which this sadness has become unbearable, is there anyone that can make them happy during their period of sadness?

Does your muse have any mental health issues? 

add some depth: what are they, how do they handle them, do they think that they have a good grasp on handling their mental health issue, is there anything that worsens this, is there anything that makes it better, mental health is very individual - how does your muse experience it? 

How does your muse handle loss?

add some depth: what losses have they experienced so far and how did they handle those, have they gotten better or worse at handling loss, do they have a fear of loss, which loss affected them the most?

What is your muse like as a lover/partner?

add some depth: what type of love do they offer, what is their attachment style e.g. anxious, avoidant etc, are they romantic, what’s the most romantic thing they’ve ever done, are they toxic, are they good or bad with relationships, why do they think they are good/bad in relationships? 

QUICKFIRE ROUND:

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Send a 🔮 for a headcanon about what my muse thinks their future looks like

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Mylo | Killian | Min-Jun

City of Ruin Meme Weekend Prompts

Vampire- Ignoring the whole thing about burning in the sun, is your muse more of a morning or night person? When are they most productive and energetic? Hunter- Does your muse have any enemies or people they despise? Is the feeling mutual or is it one-sided? Human- What’s a harmless belief or conspiracy theory your muse holds? Werewolf- Does your muse have any chronic pain, injuries, or illness? How does it impact their day to day life? Witch- On the subject of (nonmagical) curses, does your muse swear? Do they have any opinions about the use of profanity? Pretorius- How does your muse feel about following the rules? Are there any particular rules/principles they live their life by? Lomidze- Is your muse close to their family? If not, who do they consider their family, if any? Kanemaru- What was your muse like when they were younger? Has that changed much in the way they are now? Reardon- Has your muse ever done anything illegal? Were they caught or did they get away with it? Warwick- What does your muse consider to be true strength? Is it something they believe they have, or do they aspire to it? Cerberus- Does your muse belong to any clubs, organizations, or societies (outside of clan/pack/coven affiliations)? Harford- Does your muse prefer large social settings or smaller, more intimate ones? Or do they prefer total solitude? Eventide- Does your muse tend to fit in or stand out? Are they adaptable? Augury- How much does your muse think about the future? Are they a planner, a worrier, or do they just prefer to take life as it comes? Garnett- What is your muse’s attitude towards death? Do they fear it, look forward to it, or not really think about it? Phial- What would you say are three key ingredients that make your muse who they are? Feng-Lindon- What element do you most closely associate with your muse? Brotherhood- Does your muse have any tattoos? What do they mean? Fellowship- How does your muse react when they don’t get their way? Brewed Awakening- What’s your muse’s preferred source of caffeine? How do they take their drinks? Doughfellas- What’s your muse’s go-to pizza order/topping preference? Eden’s Apple- How in touch with their sexuality is your muse? Are they adventurous or more hesitant when it comes to pleasure? Heron Club- What type of cocktail would your muse be most likely to order at a bar? High Hopes- Does your muse indulge in any recreational drugs or intoxicants? Which? Palmer and Sons- How does your muse feel about their primary mode of transportation? Does their vehicle have a name? Retrocity- What is something that elicits nostalgia from your muse? Is it a sound, a scent, an object, and what does it represent to them?

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Mylo | Killian | Min-Jun

EPIC SAGA SENTENCE STARTER ASK MEME - PART 1: THE TROY SAGA.

please note: some lyrics have been changed slightly to be gender neutral. please feel free to change pronouns, etc. - this is part 1 / part 2

They’ve killed us slowly

Your family wonders where you’ve been

They’re growing old, and yet you’re still here

Do what I say, and you’ll see them again

What do you live for?

What do you try for?

What do you wish for?

What do you fight for?

I fight for us

Who was that?

I don’t think you’re ready

Say no more

I know that I am ready

If you don’t end them now, you’ll have no one left to save

You can say goodbye

They’ll find you wherever you go

I’d rather bleed for you

I’m down on my knees for you

I’m begging, please… 

Please don’t make me do this

The blood on your hands is something you won’t lose

Will these actions haunt my days?

Is the price I pay endless pain?

How could I hurt you?

Close your eyes, and spare yourself

I’m just trying to go home

I’m fighting for my life

I would trade the world to see my family again

When does a person become a monster?

When does the reason become the blame?

Forgive me

We’ve run out of supplies

Something feels off here

We don’t have time to wait

I say we strike first

We should try and find a way where no one ends up dead

Give me until sunrise

We can make this whole place burn

You can relax, my friend

I can tell you’re getting nervous

Think of all that we have been through

We’ll survive

I know that you’re tired

I know that you’re tired of the war

I know that you’re tired of the bloodshed

Tell me, is this how we’re supposed to live?

Why should we take when we could give?

You can show a person that you trust them

Whatever we face, we’ll be fine

Stay back, I’m warning you

I wish that I could say that I agree

It controls your mind

It never lets you free

Could you tell me where there’s other food to eat?

There is so much guilt inside your heart

Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you?

Have you forgotten to turn off your heart?

This is not you

Have you forgotten your purpose?

Maybe one day they’ll follow me

I know they’ll change the world

I know you’re watching me

Show yourself

How can you see through my spell?

I was lying, and you fell for my bluff

Two can play at this game

If you’re looking for a mentor, I’ll make sure your time’s well spent

Don’t forget that you are a warrior

Don’t disappoint me

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"See, we wouldn't work anyway -- I mean -- I do swing both ways but I have my limits you know -- I'm not about to be a homewrecker -- and also I may have a slight weakness in favor of men -- but still nah platonic all the way!" he smiled, gently bumping his shoulder into hers. "I mean-- I guess? Technically? But you're -- like undead so -- how does that even like -- work?" he questioned. "No no sorry no we were not going to be talking about it!" he quickly said, shaking his head.

"I mean -- I didn't plan on being immortal so-- no? Maybe hopefully make some immortal friends, and probably mess around -- a lot -- but not in a bad way -- like harmless dumb shit you know? Like see if I can like -- befriend some wild animals or some shit like that! You?"

"As long as its Platonic.“ he was young. She was frozen at 35. “I’m technically 45, but I was frozen in my mid thirties.” Aelin smiled at the thought of having a platonic, vampire friendships. From her experience, that was hard to find. She liked the idea of it and was not opposed to giving it a whirl.

“I mean, I’m a lesbian anyway, and technically married. I only have room for platonic.” She forced a laugh but it wasn’t all that funny in reality. It was awful to be dealt such a hand. “Well according to our vows I think I’m off the hook.” She wouldn’t have made it this far without a sense of wicked humor.

“Any plans for immortality?”

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"Fuck-- ehm -- well thank you." he quietely sighed to himself, before giving the other a friendly smile again. Heading towards the washing machine he figured was least threatening. He started piling his clothes in, god did he hate having to do that. As far as he was aware there were very few laundromats in Belgium, there was one place he liked to go. Not to do his laundry but to eat, the one place in Belgium that actually mixed being able to actually go to wash your clothes where they also served food, it was a nice enough place.

"Oh -- right there's that too." he groaned, finishing with the washing machine and actually going to put his quarters in. "This is my first time here -- can ya tell?" he chuckled, praying to any entity out there to please just let this stuff work I need to get out of here on time. And luckily -- it seemed to work. The washing machine started, he let out a sigh of relief and went to take a seat, somewhat close to the other but at a respectable distance. "Beef wellington? I don't think so, the name sounds familiar-- but I don't think I've ever actually eaten it -- why?"

"Heh, yeah, as far as I know anyways - I'm just here for he dryers." Rafa, looking back to his phone, pauses the video on the bit about making the duxelles because it seems weirdly technical for something that's essentially mushroom paste and he really wants Theo to be impressed. Turning, he checks the timers on his dryers, calling behind him. "Lemme know if one eats your quarters though, I've got a trick for fixing that."

Rafa finds his seat again and goes back to his stupid Gordon Ramsey video. "You ever have Beef Wellington?" He asks, making conversation more than anything. "Like for real?"

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"Ehm - I think so? I think Ezra mentioned -- that name before, I'm not -- really sure anymore though." he shrugged. "Oh -- yea I'll tell-- Ezra next time he -- pops by, and I'll make sure -- that it's all okay with him." he smiled. "I mean -- knowing me -- I might end up accidentally offing myself before I learn -- well -- anything." he half-joked. He usually tried to steer clear of danger, but hell he was social enough to get himself in trouble with the wrong people (he won't admit it, but it has happened before). "I'm sorry when -- do I give off killer vibes? Because -- fuck I'm all for it -- but damn, hell no I was -- like talking fun like -- bowling and stupid -- like -- human shit like that." he laughed, shaking his head. "I got too much to learn -- I'm sticking to my blood bags -- thank you very much."

"Many being the keyword -- which means you do have some. So you know -- it was possible for you to like -- know some juicy gossip." he joked. "Oeh self gossip? I'm down." he grinned. "A lot of things -- mainly -- well like I said stupid-human stuff." he chuckled. "Like bowling, going for some -- like nice long walks -- try to befriend local wildlife -- and I don't mean like -- werewolves -- I mean like... stray cats -- hell crows but -- I don't have that much luck with -- birds."

He listened as the other spoke, brows furrowing slightly, "Lomidze? You're a Lomidze? Yeah, definitely get permission. I don't think I know any of them personally, but they're a group I don't want to cross." Malcolm spoke, having heard enough about them to know that you don't cross them, even on something small. "I'm sure that you'll have plenty of time to learn everything you could ever need or want." He responded softly, looking over the other and wondering what his idea of fun would be. "Look, I don't want to do anything too crazy, I'm all for fun but I've got limits, Mylo. I can't-- It can't include going to look for food together. I'm on a strict diet of blood bags only." He wouldn't undo all his hard work, all of Nsilo's work.

"Darling, to know gossip you have to have friends and we established I don't have many of them. The gossip may be one sided for a while, but I can give gossip on myself, I suppose." The vampire shrugged, wondering if this was going to get out of hand or not. "What do you like to do for fun, Mylo?"