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[ather_fledgling]

There's a vampire in the bar. He looks the same as ever, the real him not the young boy he was playing. He's shed that image for now. Though, he may have more of a human edge to him. Softer features, little healthier color, that kind of thing

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[not_one_drop]

Well, she's not looking around. She's barely moved from this booth in the past two days, and seems to have passed out on the surface.

It's been a difficult ride.

[ather_fledgling]

He gives her a small sympathetic smile.

He holds his hand out to her. What he'll do if she gives it to him, well that depends on if she'll give it to him.

[not_one_drop]

She doesn't move.

Touch? Not a good thing at the moment.

[ather_fledgling]

He gives a stifled sigh.

"I was going to ask forgiveness in this cute charming manner, but I need your hand for that...shall I take it that I need to alter my plan?"

[not_one_drop]

"Yes, I think so."

A half-smile.

"You could go on your knees."

[ather_fledgling]

Around the end of her sentence, she may find him already there in front of her. Just like she was suggesting.

Though, how he got there was this big flourished bow that might have looked better had he a cape to work with. Very old, respectable bow. And to be fair, he's really only on one knee, head bowed. Similar to if he were addressing royalty back when.

"I do humbly hope that my out burt could be forgiven, my fair lady."

There's a brush of almost like fur through her mind. "If that would so please my lady, of course."

[not_one_drop]

"Oh, fine."

A smirk.

[ather_fledgling]

He raises his head to grin at her.

"I don't think my heart could take it if you hadn't." There's a overly dramatic placing of a hand over his heart.

It's really a shame he doesn't have a cloak. It would look much more entertaining with a cloak.

[not_one_drop]

So it would.

She smiles, a little.

"You're doing well?"

[ather_fledgling]

He gives a small shrug and slides back into the seat next to her, making sure she's got her space.

"Very well." He tilts head at her. "So, when do you think you'll be touchable again?"

He oddly misses that. The simple touches.

[not_one_drop]

"I don't know."

Shrugs, fiddles with the knife.

[ather_fledgling]

He watches her fiddle with the knife quietly for a little bit. His silence more an acceptance of the answer than anything else.

"How many knives do you have?"

[not_one_drop]

"Just the one."

Flicks it up, catches it again.

"Spelled."

[ather_fledgling]

He watches the trail it takes through the air.

"What kind of spell?"
The one on him is spelled in a way too, though, she probably doesn't even know he's got one on him.

[not_one_drop]

"Permanently sharp."

Toss, catch.

"Unbreakable."

[ather_fledgling]

"So, nothing like 'makes vampires heal slower' or the likes?"

He gives a raised eyebrow, like it's supposed to and she got jipped on her deal.