Not exactly a man … though not not exactly either?
[ he does not seem offended despite the gender joke. unfortunately he laughs. ]
I think you all will come to realize I’m correct much more often than I’m wrong, it’s frustrating at first, I know, but it is true. Those two ended up being the exact type of people who ask for blood then do creepy shite with it and this is nothing but a tidy exchange of supper for coin.
[He considers giving Lucien a whack with the crutch again, but refrains. Will vampires jump him if he attacks a person? Maybe they have regulations for the attacking, or something.]
I don't think they were doing anything more dubious than you or I have done actually.
[He's just saying, okay!
He's hiding in the bookstore because this city is so crowded, so that is where Lucien is forced to be, centered in nerdom. He puts a book back and moves down to keep browsing.]
You have all you need on the ship. [except laundry apparently] You don't have to sell your blood here.
[ i think the vampires would agree that lucien looks like the type of person who deserves to be whacked on occasion. ]
No, but they were messy about it.
[ he actually has no problem with the bookstore? molly may not have been much of a literature fan but lucien is also … kind of a nerd. he is a voracious reader - thats kind of how the problem started. he’s half browsing, but seems currently more interested in bickering for funsies. ]
Hardly anything to read on the ship. And there are also rooms for rent that contain one bed for myself alone and don’t contain two people having the most wretched relationship drama to be found on all the Planes of existence. Either fuck or don’t. I’d rather begin gouging eyes out.
He has no defense for the first part, so he just sort of waves his hand in dismissive agreement. Everyone got to keep their blood... And Viktor got no closer to figuring out what the heck he can do to stop being lodged in the limbo of death.
ALSO WHOSE EYES?]
Doesn't sound like they are a good match.
[Said from a loser cursed to think he has found a good match up until it vanishes and he is left embarrassed beyond comprehension. He's tipping books out and back in. He's hungry for something to read, but everything he finds is fiction, fiction, fiction. He is hungry for something else. A sigh.]
Would you really want them to do that in the room you share? You may as well move into the game room.
He scans a few books on these shelves rather than pulling them in and out. It takes a minute for the embarrassment to wear off. He glances over his shoulder at Lucien.]
I thought you were going to sell your blood...?
[The confusion is he doesn't know why Lucien would want to follow him around to help because he is nothing special.]
Lucien, the Great Nonagon is having second thoughts...?
[He sidesteps to Lucien's side to peer around Lucien at the book. He would squat down, but he isn't sure if he'll get back up as gracefully or easily as he got down there. He leans over the crutch instead.]
he will keep his book, thank you very much - standing up to lean back against one of the shelves, flipping through it idly, licking his thumb to turn the pages. ]
... Suppose Vampirism is one way of extending your life. Not a suggested one, mind you.
[He glances disappointingly at these bookshelves, but just happens to look up. He double-takes at a book up on a higher shelf.]
Why? I'm practically sitting in the grave already. I could just get you to sell me some of your blood, too. You "know where it's going," right? [He is looking up and down at these shelves not unlike a cat trying to gauge distance.] Sounds like I will have it made.
[Alright, goodbye. He puts a hand above his head to grab onto a higher shelf, testing it. He's getting ready to climb this.]
Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. You should know my prices would be exorbitant and I'd be very unreasonable about it.
[ watching this disaster about to happen and making no moves to stop it. maybe his hunger is for watching chaos unfold, because there is definitely a ladder around but he's not going to be the one to go find it. he'll step over nearby to lean against one of the shelves there, closing his book to watch this happen. ]
My warning comes only in the sense that the fashion involves quite a few leaps I'm not sure you'd be able to pull off.
[He steps up. Then stretches his arm high above him.]
Oh... that... does not... surprise me... in the least... I'll have to... get... a second job.
[He can get the tips of his fingers over the edge of the shelf, and he can brush them along the bottom spine of the book, but there is no way in hell he'll be able to grab it.
He shifts his foot... rises unsteadily up so he can put his opposite foot on the next shelf above for support while he holds onto the top shelf with his finger tips. Hm... He is paused, thinking.]
Are you trying to say that I'm ugly? You could just say it without beating around the bush.
[He hefts the crutch up through his hand, lengthening it above him. He uses the under arm rest to catch the top of the book spine and... carefully begins tipping it out. The shelf beneath one of his feet creaks.]
[ he looks at the shelf and then back up at him starting the stretch. he does not need the ability to see the future to see what is about to happen, but still. he is just letting it continue. ]
Aye, I’ve a terrible reputation for holding my tongue in the sparing of other’s feelings. Please, are we schoolchildren? I think you’re fishing for a compliment. Very well. Of course you’re pretty, Mary-ann, the boys are beating down the gate for your enormous brown eyes and darling Menagerie Coast accent.
[ coming over to where he’s climbing the shelf to lean in and peer up at him, play acting a serious evaluation. ]
Maybe a little on the skinny side, but what can you do. You’re plenty handsome without being annoying about it. My comment is to point out that all that black would wash you out. You’re pale enough as it is.
I wasn't fishing for a compliment. I thought that was the whole look here anyway. You know, washed out. Too pale. Like you're starving for blood. You're not making a very good case here for not being a vampire.
[Rolling his eyes as he pulls this book sideways with the crutch. He shifts it a bit...... and allows it to drop out of the shelf and right down toward Lucien's head.
He's already smirking about what may be, if not a victory, an annoyance, but
the shelf below his foot splits right at the edge. He has one second of realization before the shelf splits all the way down the middle and dumps him directly down on top of Lucien.]
[ it successfully bonks him directly on the head and he’s turning up to start being a bitch about it the moment the shelf breaks, which really he should have seen coming.
strength is not his … strength so there’s no hope of being caught and spared the worst of it. not to ruin the romcom moment but he does not even try to catch him. it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t have a choice considering he didn’t dodge either - at least viktor is getting a softer, tiefling landing. he collapses in a heap on the floor and against the next aisle with a huge thud. it rattles the shelf he hits hard enough a pile of books slides off it - ’strihari: an explorer’s guide,’ ‘balanced blood: a keto-friendly cookbook for the modern vampire’ and ‘fangs for all the memories: a biography of elvis (vampire)’ all fall in quick succession also bouncing off lucien’s head. ]
[Lucien might not have tried to catch him, but Tiefling bod is better for a busted body to fall on than the hard floor.
He lands with a pained groan, and then his entire body tenses up when the other shelf gets whacked. The sliding books are a death knell. One at a time, they plop down. He actually throws his arms out after the first to smother Lucien's head in a pathetic attempt to protect it. WHAT IS HIS SKINNY ARMS GONNA ACCOMPLISH?
Live, Laugh, Bleed lands with a final plunk beside them. It is TOO quiet in the aftermath of all of that noise.]
Are you, um--hungry? I think this is a great time to find something to eat.
[ to be fair between the skinny arms and his own horns his head is probably just fine. he’s got a thick skull anyway.
there’s a long beat in the silence where his face is so, so still and the only sound is the last shifting of some books and his tail lashing hard enough to hit the floor with a thump. clearly deciding whether or not to Be Mad but no. this is his own fault. reaching up to pat viktor on the cheek, sighing out so, so deeply. ]
Starved. You’re buying.
[ a confused employee pokes their head down the aisle to take a look at … this, and lucien just waves. ]
Embarrassed, he very slowly and timidly lifts his hand to wave pathetically at the employee who looks in on the absolutely horrendous mess they are going to have to deal with.]
Not sure if we'll be able to find anything not raw.
[MOOING? Bleeding.
He unsteadily starts getting back up, wincing, trying not to slip on books, Lucien's angry cat tail, or Lucien himself. WHERE DID HIS CRUTCH GOOO.]
[ he'll get up too, brushing off his clothes and fixing his hair. vain ........ he also seems completely immune to embarrassment. it's fine. they just made a huge mess and he will stroll on out of there. ]
What's a little blood between friends?
[ are they friends now? he'll look around, kick some books aside and pull viktor's crutch out from the pile - holding it out for him. ]
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[ he does not seem offended despite the gender joke. unfortunately he laughs. ]
I think you all will come to realize I’m correct much more often than I’m wrong, it’s frustrating at first, I know, but it is true. Those two ended up being the exact type of people who ask for blood then do creepy shite with it and this is nothing but a tidy exchange of supper for coin.
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I don't think they were doing anything more dubious than you or I have done actually.
[He's just saying, okay!
He's hiding in the bookstore because this city is so crowded, so that is where Lucien is forced to be, centered in nerdom. He puts a book back and moves down to keep browsing.]
You have all you need on the ship. [except laundry apparently] You don't have to sell your blood here.
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No, but they were messy about it.
[ he actually has no problem with the bookstore? molly may not have been much of a literature fan but lucien is also … kind of a nerd. he is a voracious reader - thats kind of how the problem started. he’s half browsing, but seems currently more interested in bickering for funsies. ]
Hardly anything to read on the ship. And there are also rooms for rent that contain one bed for myself alone and don’t contain two people having the most wretched relationship drama to be found on all the Planes of existence. Either fuck or don’t. I’d rather begin gouging eyes out.
[ whos eyes … ]
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He has no defense for the first part, so he just sort of waves his hand in dismissive agreement. Everyone got to keep their blood... And Viktor got no closer to figuring out what the heck he can do to stop being lodged in the limbo of death.
ALSO WHOSE EYES?]
Doesn't sound like they are a good match.
[Said from a loser cursed to think he has found a good match up until it vanishes and he is left embarrassed beyond comprehension. He's tipping books out and back in. He's hungry for something to read, but everything he finds is fiction, fiction, fiction. He is hungry for something else. A sigh.]
Would you really want them to do that in the room you share? You may as well move into the game room.
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[ he basically already does live in the game room. watching him pull books out, rejecting them one by one. ]
What are you looking for?
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[He pushes another book back in and sighs laborious in frustration.] I don't know! I'm looking for... for... [Gesticulating.]
...blood! You would think a place full of people who care about drinking blood would have a book about actual blood!
[Oh, he's talking loud from hanger. Embarrassed, he hunches his shoulders a bit and quickly turns to scurry farther in, still on the hunt.]
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[ HANGER? get a snack, buddy ... lucien really will follow him in further, looking over the shelves for something at least non-fiction. ]
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He scans a few books on these shelves rather than pulling them in and out. It takes a minute for the embarrassment to wear off. He glances over his shoulder at Lucien.]
I thought you were going to sell your blood...?
[The confusion is he doesn't know why Lucien would want to follow him around to help because he is nothing special.]
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I wasn't bolting off to do it this bleeding instant-- And I said I was simply thinking about it. I didn't commit to the sale.
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[He sidesteps to Lucien's side to peer around Lucien at the book. He would squat down, but he isn't sure if he'll get back up as gracefully or easily as he got down there. He leans over the crutch instead.]
...Kind of small, if you ask me.
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[ he'll take a look at the book again, snorting. ]
I've always heard it's how you use it that counts ... ?
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I meant the fangs.
[He turns away very quickly to pretend he is looking at books again to hide his smirk.]
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[ all fanged grin at that, what a fucking dork.
he will keep his book, thank you very much - standing up to lean back against one of the shelves, flipping through it idly, licking his thumb to turn the pages. ]
... Suppose Vampirism is one way of extending your life. Not a suggested one, mind you.
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Why? I'm practically sitting in the grave already. I could just get you to sell me some of your blood, too. You "know where it's going," right? [He is looking up and down at these shelves not unlike a cat trying to gauge distance.] Sounds like I will have it made.
[Alright, goodbye. He puts a hand above his head to grab onto a higher shelf, testing it. He's getting ready to climb this.]
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[ watching this disaster about to happen and making no moves to stop it. maybe his hunger is for watching chaos unfold, because there is definitely a ladder around but he's not going to be the one to go find it. he'll step over nearby to lean against one of the shelves there, closing his book to watch this happen. ]
My warning comes only in the sense that the fashion involves quite a few leaps I'm not sure you'd be able to pull off.
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Oh... that... does not... surprise me... in the least... I'll have to... get... a second job.
[He can get the tips of his fingers over the edge of the shelf, and he can brush them along the bottom spine of the book, but there is no way in hell he'll be able to grab it.
He shifts his foot... rises unsteadily up so he can put his opposite foot on the next shelf above for support while he holds onto the top shelf with his finger tips. Hm... He is paused, thinking.]
Are you trying to say that I'm ugly? You could just say it without beating around the bush.
[He hefts the crutch up through his hand, lengthening it above him. He uses the under arm rest to catch the top of the book spine and... carefully begins tipping it out. The shelf beneath one of his feet creaks.]
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[ he looks at the shelf and then back up at him starting the stretch. he does not need the ability to see the future to see what is about to happen, but still. he is just letting it continue. ]
Aye, I’ve a terrible reputation for holding my tongue in the sparing of other’s feelings. Please, are we schoolchildren? I think you’re fishing for a compliment. Very well. Of course you’re pretty, Mary-ann, the boys are beating down the gate for your enormous brown eyes and darling Menagerie Coast accent.
[ coming over to where he’s climbing the shelf to lean in and peer up at him, play acting a serious evaluation. ]
Maybe a little on the skinny side, but what can you do. You’re plenty handsome without being annoying about it. My comment is to point out that all that black would wash you out. You’re pale enough as it is.
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[Rolling his eyes as he pulls this book sideways with the crutch. He shifts it a bit...... and allows it to drop out of the shelf and right down toward Lucien's head.
He's already smirking about what may be, if not a victory, an annoyance, but
the shelf below his foot splits right at the edge. He has one second of realization before the shelf splits all the way down the middle and dumps him directly down on top of Lucien.]
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strength is not his … strength so there’s no hope of being caught and spared the worst of it. not to ruin the romcom moment but he does not even try to catch him. it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t have a choice considering he didn’t dodge either - at least viktor is getting a softer, tiefling landing. he collapses in a heap on the floor and against the next aisle with a huge thud. it rattles the shelf he hits hard enough a pile of books slides off it - ’strihari: an explorer’s guide,’ ‘balanced blood: a keto-friendly cookbook for the modern vampire’ and ‘fangs for all the memories: a biography of elvis (vampire)’ all fall in quick succession also bouncing off lucien’s head. ]
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He lands with a pained groan, and then his entire body tenses up when the other shelf gets whacked. The sliding books are a death knell. One at a time, they plop down. He actually throws his arms out after the first to smother Lucien's head in a pathetic attempt to protect it. WHAT IS HIS SKINNY ARMS GONNA ACCOMPLISH?
Live, Laugh, Bleed lands with a final plunk beside them. It is TOO quiet in the aftermath of all of that noise.]
Are you, um--hungry? I think this is a great time to find something to eat.
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there’s a long beat in the silence where his face is so, so still and the only sound is the last shifting of some books and his tail lashing hard enough to hit the floor with a thump. clearly deciding whether or not to Be Mad but no. this is his own fault. reaching up to pat viktor on the cheek, sighing out so, so deeply. ]
Starved. You’re buying.
[ a confused employee pokes their head down the aisle to take a look at … this, and lucien just waves. ]
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Embarrassed, he very slowly and timidly lifts his hand to wave pathetically at the employee who looks in on the absolutely horrendous mess they are going to have to deal with.]
Not sure if we'll be able to find anything not raw.
[MOOING? Bleeding.
He unsteadily starts getting back up, wincing, trying not to slip on books, Lucien's angry cat tail, or Lucien himself. WHERE DID HIS CRUTCH GOOO.]
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What's a little blood between friends?
[ are they friends now? he'll look around, kick some books aside and pull viktor's crutch out from the pile - holding it out for him. ]
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[SAY IT ANOTHER WAY.
He is already hopelessly trying to pick up books and put them on the shelf broken by his two pound ass. He was an Academy boy, LOOK.]
Don't...... kick them...
[After the last book he deposits, he reaches out to take the crutch.]
Thanks...
[Sadly and sheepishly looking at the mess of books he can't help... Starts walking!!]
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[ watching him ......... put books back. he does not help. he will sling an arm around his shoulders when he starts walking out at least. ]
Need to sell your blood to afford food?
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