He's a good time cowboy casanova leaning up against the record machine.

[godofcologne]

Characters: godofcologne and OPEN!
When: All day November 7th
Where: Around Adstringendum, walking into various stores, walking out of buildings. He's exploring, so feel free to pick any place to hit him up around.
Rating: PG-13 for humour, innuendo, and suggestive behaviors, aka PG-13 for Thomas.
Summary: Ignoring his PCD after an incident out in the Wastes,

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"There's not a whole lot out this way. I've checked."

It's Morgan addressing him from the doorway of a dilapidated building - not that that's a remarkable identifier, considering how desperately in-need of repair most of the buildings are there are - but he tilts his head to the side to rest it against the doorless frame as he observes him.

"Little cold to just be out and wondering around, isn't it?"

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"That depends on what you're looking for," Thomas answered as he turned on his heel to the sound of the voice. His hand rested loosely on the hilt of the saber, but he seemed in no hurry to draw it.

"And cold is relative, darling."

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"There was snow earlier," Morgan quipped back, lifting his hand and wiggling his fingers. They're pale, numb. "It's cold, objectively." He tipped his head forward, though, eyes on the saber.

"I'm not gonna attack. You can relax, if you want. Saw the way you chopped up the sandworm, and I'm not exactly in a hurry to let you recreate that scene with me."

[godofcologne]

Thomas shrugged again. Cold never bothered him; just another little thing that reminded him of how far from human he really was. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he drawled. Still, Thomas' hand never left the saber, but it was a familiar gesture, one born of long habit.

"Only thing that's objective is that it's freezing." He smirked. "Should I ask why you're hanging out out of doors then?"

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"Maybe if I freeze to death, the Animus'll take pity on me and send me home." He jerked his head back toward the door with a little sniff. "Besides, no electricity. Not like it's much warmer in there."

But he did tilt his head a little at Thomas, expression curious -- distinctly puzzled.

[godofcologne]

"That's optimistic."

He tried not to think about how refreshing it was to meet someone whose response to needing heat wasn't 'set things on fire.' Because to think of that would inevitably lead to thinking on Harry and Thomas had thought enough on his little brother's death in the past few weeks to last a lifetime.

Or so he told himself.

Morgan's look of puzzled curiosity, on the other hand, was worth noticing and thinking on, and Thomas arched an eyebrow at the other man. "See something you like, sweetheart?"

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If Morgan could have built a fire without being sure that he was going to kill himself in the process, he probably would. Not the important thing now, though, as his brows crook and he juts his chin forward just a little bit.

He sniffs.

"You're not human, are you?" And he sounds amused, delighted.

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The question earned Morgan a second look, this one less amused and far more scrutinizing. Thomas studied the other man for a moment, unwilling to extend the demon's senses despite the fact that it would have likely told him more. The lack of an unearthly sense of beauty, along with the fact that there were no flaming arrows to his face, meant that the other man wasn't fae. Of that Thomas was certain. And he wasn't anything Thomas recognized, though the supernatural set here was far larger than it had been back home.

Which meant he had few clues, so Thomas fell back on what he knew best.

"Most people wait until I've bought them coffee the next morning before they ask that."

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Morgan barked a laugh at that, pressing his hands deep into the shallow pockets of the thin jacket he'd found, drawing it around himself and affecting an earnestly amused look at the comment.

"Sorry. I wasn't trying to pry - I was just taken by surprise. I could smell it."

Or the lack of it. The lack of humanity - that's what he was good at nosing out.

[godofcologne]

The motion caught Thomas' attention. Something about it and the young man's earnest expression reminded Thomas of someone younger, who still had an uncanny ability to sense that something was not quite right. Like Justine had, so many years ago. The thought came and went, ruthlessly squashed by his own mind, though it still left a lingering familiarity behind.

Which might have been why he didn't deny it immediately. "Now that's one I haven't heard before. I don't meet that many human bloodhounds."

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"Human bloodhound?" Morgan repeats lightly, incredulously, and then with a laugh he taps the side of his nose and shakes his head. "Not quite. Uh." He contemplates for a moment, then hooks the fingers of one hand, swiping half-heartedly at the air.

"Werewolf. Awoo. Woof. So - not a bloodhound. But close."

[godofcologne]

There was a moment of silence as Thomas eyed Morgan, studying and curious. He kept a rein on the Hunger, refusing the demon's senses despite the fact that his instincts called out for them. Morgan hadn't done anything hostile, so there was no need to draw on its strength, no need to give in to the opium whisper against his thoughts.

He kept that desire at bay, retreating behind familiar masks. Familiar jests and irritating humour. "Close enough. I'm getting Underworld vibes."

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Morgan crinkled his nose at that, shaking his head as if trying to throw water off of his hair. "Underworld vibes, huh?" He relaxed his hand, letting it drop back into his pocket as he slouched again, everything about his posture earnestly relaxed. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean by that, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't a compliment."

He jerked his chin forward, sniffing the air again.

"So I spilled the beans about myself. Aroo. What are you?"

[godofcologne]

He smirked, the gesture touched with a hint of disbelief. Thomas found himself liking Morgan, despite the young man's lack of ability to recognize a pop culture reference. He leaned against the wall and gestured vaguely with one hand.

"Movie. Werewolves vs. vampires, doesn't ring a bell?"

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"The film industry hasn't exactly been booming for a while back at home," Morgan admits with a casual sort of shrug, but that explains a lot. "So- a blood-sucker, huh?" There's a lightness to his voice. It's not antagonistic or aggressive, but a little bit curious. "That explains bits and pieces."

Mostly? He's just grateful to have his curiosity sated.

[godofcologne]

Thomas laughed at that, a low, honeyed chuckle inadvertently touched by demonic Hunger. "Empty night, no. That would be the more hidebound Courts," he answered lightly. "Blood's passé, haven't you heard?"