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[not_one_drop]

It's a little after dusk, and Mal's sitting in her room next to the window, hands wrapped around a cooling cup of coffee. Maybe thinking. Maybe waiting.

Maybe neither.

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[oldromansaint]

Knock, Knock.

He knew the way, knew who'd be there.

It was about time.

[not_one_drop]

It was.

"Come in."

Santino.

[oldromansaint]

The door opens easily with a push of the Mind Gift, and the painted devil she'd called was indeed on the other side.

Smiled, did as he was told.

"Mal. How are you?"

Pushed the door shut with another flick of his vampiric psychokenesis.

[not_one_drop]

"I'm okay."

Orion leaps off the bed and trots over to the vampire, purring.

"You've seen the Clock, I trust?"