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[lacroix_styles]

Lacroix had a long list of bad choices in his past, he liked to think most of them led him somewhere better in the end. However, he was pretty sure the current one wasn't going to fall onto that list. Sometimes bad choices felt like a challenge, like he was still some foolhardy kid with something to prove by saying he could take some control over

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[zander_holt]

Well, this was sudden, wasn’t it? Not an unpleasant surprise, no -- a scandalously exciting surprise, one that made Zander feel a rush of pure adrenalin at the thought of getting away with a little meetup like this. Oh, if Hector knew, there would be hell to pay, and that’s what made it so thrilling, like getting away with murder

[lacroix_styles]

Lacroix hadn't held any expectations for Zander's apartment, half expected it to look like so body part littered mess the likes of which would give him nightmares for days. The truth was more mundane but still creepy enough to make him a little uncomfortable as he ventured inside.
Where he lived was macabre but Hector had a high end sort of style to the place; Zander's home was more like a less extravagant version of disturbing and Lacroix felt a twinge of self-directed frustration that he even thought that. He'd been raised in a hotel half his life, he didn't exactly have a grasp of rich and impressive until Hector.

Hector was the reason he was there though, that tense notion that he didn't want him being told things unless he was the one to do it. It seemed like a dismissal of his lofty views of Hector to leave it to Zander to go telling him those worries.
Plus he figured having the vampire owe him a favor was worth it, he hoped.

"Ah, not exactly," he trailed off with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans while he glanced

[zander_holt]

What, did Lacroix expect blood and organs strewn about the place? Oh, if only! But the smell alone would draw far too much unwanted attention, and Zander didn't dare risk law enforcement being called to his home if it smelled like corpses. …well, and Devin would probably bitch incessantly if it smelled in here, and there was only so much complaining Zander could take!

Instead, he only mounted his preserved animal skins on the mannequin forms here, as well as add any artistic little finishing touches; his drums of tanning chemicals were all stored in the backyard shed at his sire's home on the outskirts of Ardsley, a sleepy little village of little more than 4,000 people. Trees surrounded the home, the perfect, secluded spot for Zander's family to practice more creative forms of art.

"Well, not all of us have our own building to ourselves, do we?" Zander said as he shut the door again after Lacroix entered. Oh, he’d definitely have a far more bizarre and disgusting home if apartment life allowed it. But alas, he’d just have to live

[lacroix_styles]

If the place had looked that way he would have already been back out the door; self-preservation and the like, of course...he could put up with a lot of really gross and traumatic but he was missing his usual shield of Hector to edge behind if needed to