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[vfranklinmott]

Who: Franklin and Mozenrath.
What: Chatting. That's pretty much it.
When: After Midnight and this thread.
When: Level 2 Common Room.
Rating: PG. Shall update if necessary

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[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath didn't make using the lift a regular habit, but on nights after work he made an exception, simply because he'd been on his feet all night. So when he stepped out onto Level 2, it wasn't from the stairwell. He saw Mott as he entered the common room and mentally steeled himself; Eric Northman had been the last vampire that had ever really interacted with him once the others that his Warden knew had gone. (He also saw little reason in baiting them once it wasn't an issue of his Warden's any longer.) This did not mean he had chosen to trust the lot of them overnight, either, but one advantage he had, now, was that he was not powerless

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin didn't care a bit if Mozenrath wanted to sit down. The common room was not his, and though he had requested the meeting, he didn't consider himself the host. He had no plans to attack Mozenrath, or scare him in any way. It was simply going to be, he hoped, a casual conversation. Or, at best, an exchange of worthwhile information.

"Going well for you, I hope?" Technically, it was morning, but Franklin wasn't about to point that out.

Random lyric referencing :| you can has

[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath shrugged. "Can't complain." Yes, he could. And he probably would, to someone else. There were certain laws of attraction that no man could repeal; like lightning to a golfer, Mozenrath and complaining tended to meet on a regular and sadly comical basis. "Have you a name, vampire?"

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin raised a brow at that. The man gave off every indication of being tired, yet wasn't complaining. Somewhat disappointing. "Franklin Mott." He could be certain Mozenrath wouldn't know of him. "And you, wizard?"