*grins slyly, leaning forward slightly, just scarcely short of being able to kiss him* I've got shit to mix drinks at the flat if you'd like. Depends on how social you're feeling. Your pick, being the recently returned.
Could always jog my memory...~and he takes a light bite at Reno's bottom lip~
Yah. Still not bad. ~grins slightly, running a hand through his hair~ Social never really was my thing, yah? Flat might be nicer anyways. Lot t'say. ~laughs a little, rolling his shoulders in a shrug~ We, th' undead, guess it's like that. Heh.
*makes a soft noise, trying to force back the slight shiver, grinning foxishly* yeah you could.
The undead are welcome in my flat any time. Well... my friend's flat as long as I'm around and they don't rot on the furniture. *thumbs in a direction* You wanna go, then?
~grins, satisfied and not trying at all to mask it~ Get me some water, I think I feel a marathon comin' on.
No rotting. Promise. My word t'you is good, remember? ~licks his lips, thoughtful~ Yah. Yah, lead on, Red. ~gestures forward before hastily sticking his hands in his pockets--if anything he seems content, freer than before~
A marathon, eh? *laughs a bit, eying him over shoulder*
Good, good. That smell takes an act of the gods to remove. *glances at him for a long moment, still a bit shocked and numb from his reappearance* *smiles and shakes head a bit, casually strolling forward towards the flat he's watching for a friend*
That's right. I don't have the faintest idea. All pure thoughts over here.
Of course. It's all just politeness and work professionalism. Lots of stories for those who don't care much about their stomachs or the polite shit, though.
've had too many brushes to death recently for my taste. But it's nice to know some of us can still escape it, mm? *eyes him as though he may have become more dead in the past minute before gesturing to an alley* Turn there. Different sector now.
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~nods and ghosts a hand down Reno's arm, leaning into his personal space to breath warm air over his lips~ Yah. I don't have anywhere else t'be.
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*grins slyly, leaning forward slightly, just scarcely short of being able to kiss him* I've got shit to mix drinks at the flat if you'd like. Depends on how social you're feeling. Your pick, being the recently returned.
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Yah. Still not bad. ~grins slightly, running a hand through his hair~ Social never really was my thing, yah? Flat might be nicer anyways. Lot t'say. ~laughs a little, rolling his shoulders in a shrug~ We, th' undead, guess it's like that. Heh.
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The undead are welcome in my flat any time. Well... my friend's flat as long as I'm around and they don't rot on the furniture. *thumbs in a direction* You wanna go, then?
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No rotting. Promise. My word t'you is good, remember? ~licks his lips, thoughtful~ Yah. Yah, lead on, Red. ~gestures forward before hastily sticking his hands in his pockets--if anything he seems content, freer than before~
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Good, good. That smell takes an act of the gods to remove. *glances at him for a long moment, still a bit shocked and numb from his reappearance* *smiles and shakes head a bit, casually strolling forward towards the flat he's watching for a friend*
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I won't ask you how you know that. ~just smiles instead, strolling along casually~
~after a long pause~ It's...good t'see you, Red. Really.
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Better if you don't. Some things are best left unquestioned.
*glances over at him, smiling after a long moment* ... I'm glad to see you, too. Didn't think I'd see the likes of you again.
((so sorry. Thought I responded before I went on vacation. Clearly, the typist lacks in brain cells))
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Oh. I'm sure I already know. But that's shit we don't discuss, y'know? Throwback of professional courtesy.
Yeah. Wasn't sure I'd make it back here. Eh. Had t'kinda disappear for a while. Plus th' dying and all...
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Of course. It's all just politeness and work professionalism. Lots of stories for those who don't care much about their stomachs or the polite shit, though.
've had too many brushes to death recently for my taste. But it's nice to know some of us can still escape it, mm? *eyes him as though he may have become more dead in the past minute before gesturing to an alley* Turn there. Different sector now.
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