Sorry. The word thing is still weird for me. [ He shows him his palm, then waves it a little. ] See? Still in one piece. I haven't really seen you around either. What've you gotten yourself into, huh?
At least you're around, I guess. That's more than I can say for some people. [ Because wow. He just turns his back, and they disappear left and right. ] But yeah, it's okay. I told you I'd be fine.
I dunno who this 'they' is you're referring to, but maybe you should admit you had me figured out wrong. [ He's grinning at him. ] At least a little bit.
or wait... he was already on video. idek man, just roll with it.
Good. [ He kind of leans back, still grinning. ] Soooo, uh. Now that we've got that figured out, I should probably pay you back for helping me out somehow.
[ Which is plenty of time for Bells to get dressed because, hey, clothes are stupid, and he lets Aidan in without even thinking twice. ]
You got here pretty fast. [ A wave of his hand. ] Uh, yeah. Have a seat.
[ This is going to be so classy. He's got a choice between the bed and the floor—what are chairs. But he's been there before, knows what it looks like, so hopefully Aidan isn't expecting too much. ]
[ The floor's a safe bet, against the wall near the bed because Bells will probably take the bed. ]
What've we got?
[ Not that it makes much difference, alcohol has very little effect on him anymore. Once you're a vampire, there's only one thing that really does have any effect, and that's not something he'll be having this evening. ]
Would you believe that I actually haven't got a clue? [ He grins, first sitting and then stretching out on his bed so he can reach for the bottles he's stashed under there. He thinks he'd gotten them from one of the kitchens though. That's a plus, right? ] They're not labeled or anything. So there's probably a chance it's not even all that good.
[ He holds out one of them to Aidan, tilting it back and forth as if to tempt him with it. ]
Even better. [ His tone's dry, and it's hard to tell if he's joking or not, but he reaches out to snag the bottle either way. He unscrews the bottle and lifts it a little closer to his face to get some sort of smell off of it. ] It's vodka-based. [ He sounds a little contemplative. But that's about as close as his IDing is gonna get, without a taste of it. So he lifts the bottle in a vague 'cheers' gesture and downs a gulp.
Then Aidan's shaking his head with a quiet cough-like laugh. ] Wow, that's-... wow. Are you sure you're not trying to poison me? [ That one's a joke, definitely, but the verdict stands. His bottle, at least, tastes like shit. ]
[ Bells isn't polite. He's laughing at the way he chokes on the drink, warily staring at the bottle he'd chosen for himself. A shrug, and he rolls it between his hands before twisting off the top. ]
You're not the first person who's ever asked me that. [ He takes a slightly more testing sip than Aidan, grimacing a little when he swallows. ] This one's the same, I think. [ But wait: ] You could tell what it was just by smelling it?
[ He might be lacking in some areas, but he does notice things. ]
A tribute to how much of my life's been spent in bars. [ Which isn't at all why, true as it is, but it's a plausible-enough explanation. This time when he takes a drink, he's ready for the taste; his brow knits, but only for a second. ]
Whatever you say, buddy. [ He pretty much ignores his response that way. Bells isn't sure if it's because he doesn't really know what a bar is or if it's because something sounds a tiny bit off to him. He just shrugs and takes a deeper drink, somehow managing to keep his expression straight.
Rubbing his face against the crook of his arm, he eyes Aidan. ] So, question for you. How long have you been stuck on this boat? You kinda seem like you know what you're doing anyway.
[ Bells does a quick finger tally. ] I think I've got a little on you. About a month or so. I always have trouble keeping track since I don't really need to.
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lacksgrace) wrote2035-08-13 11:36 pm
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[ he's checking up on you, bells. better late than never, right? ]
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[ But back to Bells: ] Looks like it's healed up just fine.
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fine, fine, he'll switch to video too.
it's not like it's that inconvenient gosh
or wait... he was already on video. idek man, just roll with it.
you see me rollin', they hatin' ~
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[ And the feed turns off. Fifteen minutes later, there'll be a knock at Bells' door. ]
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You got here pretty fast. [ A wave of his hand. ] Uh, yeah. Have a seat.
[ This is going to be so classy. He's got a choice between the bed and the floor—what are chairs. But he's been there before, knows what it looks like, so hopefully Aidan isn't expecting too much. ]
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What've we got?
[ Not that it makes much difference, alcohol has very little effect on him anymore. Once you're a vampire, there's only one thing that really does have any effect, and that's not something he'll be having this evening. ]
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[ He holds out one of them to Aidan, tilting it back and forth as if to tempt him with it. ]
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Then Aidan's shaking his head with a quiet cough-like laugh. ] Wow, that's-... wow. Are you sure you're not trying to poison me? [ That one's a joke, definitely, but the verdict stands. His bottle, at least, tastes like shit. ]
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You're not the first person who's ever asked me that. [ He takes a slightly more testing sip than Aidan, grimacing a little when he swallows. ] This one's the same, I think. [ But wait: ] You could tell what it was just by smelling it?
[ He might be lacking in some areas, but he does notice things. ]
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Rubbing his face against the crook of his arm, he eyes Aidan. ] So, question for you. How long have you been stuck on this boat? You kinda seem like you know what you're doing anyway.
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