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[exanimatus]

[dictated. he's lazy.]

It's funny. I'm a little surprised how many of you choose to bottle up such interesting things in your own minds. It'd make the place a whole lot livelier if you didn't.

But that aside, I'm looking for someone who'd be willing to give up some of their own blood. [a small, breathy sound. almost a laugh.] I suppose it's about

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[onemanshort]

...Ain't that more the sorta thing hospitals should be askin' about?

[puzzled mechanic is puzzled]

[exanimatus]

[it's okay man, he totally has a medical degree. from 18th century France, but who looks anymore anyway?]

Sounds a bit like it, doesn't it? But it's not for that.

[onemanshort]

What sorta thing needs blood that ain't medical?

[she's friends with vampires. It's not that the idea is completely foreign to her. But it still isn't second nature to jump to that conclusion]

[exanimatus]

Vampires. [here, he will help you with that.]

[onemanshort]

Oh.

[a pause] Oh

[well now...that suddenly made things awkward. Even if it did make the red eyes a bit more understandable, as far as these things could possibly be understood.

She's quiet for a few more long seconds, anxiety warring with thoughts of how nice he'd been and what she already knew about Spike. Vampire didn't have to mean scary, right?

...It's lucky for Zelman (and perhaps unlucky for her) that she doesn't realize Tesla is a vampire, or else her opinion on the species might have a very different color] I...didn't realize.

[exanimatus]

Does it really change things that much?

[onemanshort]

No! [thoughts already moving along those lines, she's quick to interject] No, it ain't so different.

Or, at least, no more different than other things are different, 'round here.

[*Go se, but she was making a mess of this.] I just mean...you ain't the first I've met. I just didn't know, is all.

*Crap

[exanimatus]

[he chuckles. oh, Kaylee... so easy.]

It's fine. I'm just teasing you.

You would do well to remember that we are to different creatures, you and I. It wasn't a priority before, however, so I doubt it will be something you must remember often.

[onemanshort]

Remember?

I don't think I'll be forgettin'. I mean, you don't just forget somethin' like that when you come from a world where the only things close to...to not bein' human is Reavers. [a pause, followed by a quick rush of words] Not that I'm sayin' you're anythin' like Reavers. It just ain't common. That's all.

But...why would it matter if forgettin' was involved? [she would have figured he'd rather it not be an issue, like Spike]

[exanimatus]

I will act freely no matter what--I just wouldn't want you to be particularly surprised when I do or say things that aren't human.

[and, a little curiously.] What are Reavers?

[onemanshort]

I...suppose that makes some sorta sense.

[she wants to ask what exactly he might do. The phrasing was unsettling, after all. But his question distracts her.

She might have sounded flustered during their earlier conversation, but this particular topic leaves her uneasy]

They're...well, they ain't nothin' good. Men who've gone to the edge of space and gone mad for the size of it, 'til there weren't nothing really left of men at all.

[exanimatus]

Mm, certainly not like that. [he's gone mad for other reasons. C:]

[onemanshort]

O-of course not! You ain't..of course, you're nothin' like them.

...I'm sayin' this all wrong, ain't I?

[exanimatus]

[h-he just thinks this is too funny.]

You just sound nervous. There's nothing wrong.

[onemanshort]

I was just startled, is all. There ain't nothin' wrong here, neither.

[determined Kaylee is determined....she really needs to get better taste in friends]

[exanimatus]

Then we are in mutual agreement. Good.

[yes. yes she does.]