"It's a pity that you always visit in cat form rather than charming young man form." Darla says, idly reaching down to scratch the cat behind his ears.
"Though I suppose it does give you an excuse not to contribute to the conversation." she teases.
"Must be nice. Everyone likes a cat." she muses, still petting the cat in question.
"You know, for all the stories, I never actually met another of my kind who could turn into anything -- no bats or anything dreadful like that. As if we'd want to turn into vermin."
"Don't you know anything about vampires?" she says, with a light laugh.
"They say all kinds of naughty things. Most of them true. The most famous ones were supposed to be able to turn into bats, or sometimes wolves, if the teller of the tale was very confused. Don't know where they got that idea, really."
If there is no snuggling then there is definitely no more ear-scritching.
Nope.
None whatsoever.
"Hmm. I'd say that's a pity, too, but most vampires are idiots who don't make it even ten years after their death. You wouldn't want to meet most of them. It takes a special kind to endure the centuries."
Why no, she's not subtly gloating there, why do you ask?
"Goodness, aren't we forward." she says, smirking right back.
"Off, you." she says, giving him a little push in the direction of another barstool. "Before I either fall off this thing or we end up giving the bar a show they won't appreciate."
*Yrael is just that special.*
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"Though I suppose it does give you an excuse not to contribute to the conversation." she teases.
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A pity, yes. Oooh, yes. Right there.
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"You know, for all the stories, I never actually met another of my kind who could turn into anything -- no bats or anything dreadful like that. As if we'd want to turn into vermin."
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*He leaps lightly up onto her lap, rubbing against her and purring.*
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"They say all kinds of naughty things. Most of them true. The most famous ones were supposed to be able to turn into bats, or sometimes wolves, if the teller of the tale was very confused. Don't know where they got that idea, really."
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Bats and wolves are associated with the night, perhaps.
*Bright Shiners are too dignified to snuggle.*
*No really.*
*Just ignore what Yrael's doing.*
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Nope.
None whatsoever.
"Hmm. I'd say that's a pity, too, but most vampires are idiots who don't make it even ten years after their death. You wouldn't want to meet most of them. It takes a special kind to endure the centuries."
Why no, she's not subtly gloating there, why do you ask?
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*There is suddenly a purring young man on her lap, smirking.*
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"Off, you." she says, giving him a little push in the direction of another barstool. "Before I either fall off this thing or we end up giving the bar a show they won't appreciate."
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...and we wouldn't want you to fall. You are far too graceful to be allowed to fall.
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"So, what do you do for fun in this place, when you're not being a cat?"
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*Then he grins.* Usually I can be found either sleeping, reading, playing music, or hunting.
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"I miss hunting. It's just not the same getting your dinner from a glass."
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Don't let her fool you. Darla finds plenty of her own fun.
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