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"What, not singing anymore?"
House did not answer the vampire. There was no point.
"But I do love Sweeney Todd... do you know many others?"
Still no answer.
The vampire sighed, and left House to his silence; House relaxed only about ten minutes later. There was a fumbling, then in his pocket-- fingers closed around one of the precious joints he'd been hording, and he all but crawled over to the fire pit. A moment later, he was flopped on his back, smoking weed like a pro stoner.
This, he decided, was not his idea of a good time.
Especially not after he got a cold nose to the neck. Goddamn dogs.
House did not answer the vampire. There was no point.
"But I do love Sweeney Todd... do you know many others?"
Still no answer.
The vampire sighed, and left House to his silence; House relaxed only about ten minutes later. There was a fumbling, then in his pocket-- fingers closed around one of the precious joints he'd been hording, and he all but crawled over to the fire pit. A moment later, he was flopped on his back, smoking weed like a pro stoner.
This, he decided, was not his idea of a good time.
Especially not after he got a cold nose to the neck. Goddamn dogs.