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[dark_butler]

A bit heavy on the garlic, deities. Not that garlic bothers me overmuch, but the smell of marinara is overpowering.

I suppose a trip to the underground is right out. I shall just have to stay in.

Also, I am looking for a contractor to remodel my bathroom. Does anyone have the proper skills?

Comments

[not_walter]

Drains clogged with blood?

[dark_butler]

Blood doesn't clog drains.

[not_walter]

Checked your fridge lately?

[dark_butler]

My refrigerator?

[favored_son]

What the hell did you do to your bathroom?

[OOC: What D is thinking: "Never tell me."]

[dark_butler]

Nothing. I just want a new, larger bathtub.

[favored_son]

What, with seating for two?

[dark_butler]

I'm certain that's none of your business.

[tinyvampiregod]

[Steps through the front door- literally through- and moves to alight on the couch, but pauses at the occupant already taking up space en mass, tipping his head back to sniff delicately]

The apartment reeks and Pup is quite large.

Angel?

Action

[dark_butler]

[Comes out of the bathroom where he has been scrubbing the last stink of Rorschach off his hands.]

Ah. Yes.

We should talk.

Action

[tinyvampiregod]

[Expression goes serious, loses the whimsy of his previous mood and the smaller vampire leans back in one of the leather wing-back chairs]

I don't like the sound of that, Angel. What happened and how will we fix it?

Action

[dark_butler]

[Fix it? Walter shakes his head and takes a seat across from him.]

My hunting habits have been found out. I expect that the authorities will want... words with me.