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[ash_imperfect]

Asher has been in the Bar or it's surrounding grounds since returning from St Louis. Even if his mun has been utterly faily about posting him in.

He's feeling a little more sociable than he has been, so tonight he's sitting by the fire, drinking a rather incongrous humourous mug of blood (courtesy of Bar), and people-watching

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[one_of_her_boys]

Up for grabs?

See a spritely leopard, dressed in sweats and a much too large sweater, make use of Asher's spare sofa space. And the cat is smiling.

"There's snow outside."

Even living in Missouri his whole life, a good portion of it half-naked on the streets, Nathaniel still does love the snow and cold.

[ash_imperfect]

Asher laughs at bouncy, smiley Nathaniel. Something he'll never get bored of.

"So I have heard." He eyes Nathaniel's wardrobe, looking at the socks in suspicion. He still doesn't trust that the ridiculously fuzzy, blue and white striped monstrosities, aren't some kind of strange creature. (well, it is Milliways...).

"Perhaps if you put some shoes on, we could go out and enjoy it," he suggests, leaning in to kiss Nathaniel softly, still smiling.

[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel grins as they kiss, purring softly.

"You just don't like my socks. They're toasty. You'll appreciate the warmth of my feet when I crawl in bed with you at dawn."

But the prospect of going out into the snow with Asher is too much of a temptation. He gives Asher a quick peck, goes to Bar, and returns with a pair of snow boots he yanks on over the fuzzy socks.

"You're exceptionally pretty in the snow," he idly says as he makes sure his feet will be dry and warm.

[ash_imperfect]

Asher runs his fingers through Nathaniel's hair, idly, pulling back from the kiss reluctantly.

"You're a wereleopard, cher, cold feet is something that never seems to be a problem," Asher points out, a little relieved that the Socks are disappearing underneath a pair of boots.

"I am exceptionally pretty all the time," he points out playfully, twining his fingers with Nathaniel's and tugging him up from the couch.

[ostro_goth]

"One assumes this contains what is written upon it," Teja says, instead of a greeting, almost amused when he sees the vampire's mug.

[ash_imperfect]

Asher nods, smiling wryly.

"Bar's idea of a little joke, I think," he murmurs. "Good evening, Teja."

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Asher," Teja says. "I have not seen you in a while, nor any from your world -- one moment, we were knee-deep in blood-drinkers and wolfmen, the next, they had drifted away like red leaves in an autumn wind."

[ash_imperfect]

"I have been here," Asher murmurs. "But this place has so many visitors, it's easy to lose friends in passing."