136th. st.

[not_avampire]

[Voice Post]

Oh, dear Christ. I think... I think a need an adult.

Because the irony of being eaten by my own cat is way too poetic or whateverthefuck for me to properly appreciate right now.

...help.

[/Voice Post]

Comments

[favored_son]

I'm sorry. Did you call for help? I've been too busy laughing to answer.

[not_avampire]

Could you not mock me in my final moments? That's a really fucked up way to go.

[favored_son]

Why not? I do it to other people all the time.

[not_avampire]

But are they me?

[favored_son]

... point.

You want D to come over?

[not_avampire]

...yes, please.

[favored_son]

I'll wake him up. You can manage for another couple of minutes, can't you?

[not_avampire]

Just like I have since midnight.

[favored_son]

I suppose your door is locked.

[not_avampire]

There's a safety system for stuff like this. It should be unlocked.

[favored_son]

Then you won't have to replace the mechanism.

[On his way!]

[not_avampire]

...Never quite thought about it like that.

[favored_son]

[Vampire Hunter D versus housecat: begin!]

If it were a choice between you or the door remaining intact, I imagine you'd want me to pick you.

[not_avampire]

Well, yeah, but...

[D is greeted to the scene of a mouse on top of a television set, shaking, as a cat that looks like it might've swallowed a bowling ball before starting on that watermelon lurks bellow, yowling.]

[favored_son]

[Glances at the cat. Glances at Cal. Glances back at the cat.]

Let me guess. He's been exposed and can't be removed fromt he apartment.

[not_avampire]

...Yeah. I can be, though. Cat/rodent airborne infection isn't possible, and he hasn't bitten me [Cornelius takes this time to yowl, loud and low.] ...yet.