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Who: Abel Nightroad and Cesare Borgia
Where: The High School, Cesare's room
When: November 3rd
Rating: G to PG
Summary: It's been waaaaay too long since Abel had a nice chat with Cesare that wasn't over the communicator. So he's gonna go fix that.
the log: Really now, when was the last time him and Cesare had gotten a chance to just... talk? Face to face, not over the communicator, and for more than five minutes? Far too long, in Abels opinion. He would have come earlier, the very night of Halloween actually, if not for a certain red eyed, black haired relative threatening to pop out of the walls for the sheer enjoyment of scaring the holy light out of him.
So he just postponed things until he was sure the vampire had lost all interest in tormenting him for the night. It seemed as if Alucard had indeed become interested with something else, and so Abel was more than happy to take advantage of this moment, but... Not before thoroughly checking the hallway before creeping out of his room. He was leaving prepared, with a nice china tea pot, two cups and whatever was left of the milk tea. Complete with milk and a remaining tin of biscuits. Well, it'd be rude of him to come in without something to contribute, other than his chatter.
He remembered just where the other man was too, carefully holding everything either with one hand or under his arm, and knocking at the door politely. He'd hate to intrude, and it wasn't like he had warned the man he was on his way.
... Maybe he should have done that first. Oh well, too late now.
"Cesare? Are you decent?"
Where: The High School, Cesare's room
When: November 3rd
Rating: G to PG
Summary: It's been waaaaay too long since Abel had a nice chat with Cesare that wasn't over the communicator. So he's gonna go fix that.
the log: Really now, when was the last time him and Cesare had gotten a chance to just... talk? Face to face, not over the communicator, and for more than five minutes? Far too long, in Abels opinion. He would have come earlier, the very night of Halloween actually, if not for a certain red eyed, black haired relative threatening to pop out of the walls for the sheer enjoyment of scaring the holy light out of him.
So he just postponed things until he was sure the vampire had lost all interest in tormenting him for the night. It seemed as if Alucard had indeed become interested with something else, and so Abel was more than happy to take advantage of this moment, but... Not before thoroughly checking the hallway before creeping out of his room. He was leaving prepared, with a nice china tea pot, two cups and whatever was left of the milk tea. Complete with milk and a remaining tin of biscuits. Well, it'd be rude of him to come in without something to contribute, other than his chatter.
He remembered just where the other man was too, carefully holding everything either with one hand or under his arm, and knocking at the door politely. He'd hate to intrude, and it wasn't like he had warned the man he was on his way.
... Maybe he should have done that first. Oh well, too late now.
"Cesare? Are you decent?"