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 Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 5:31 pm
Homemade-- Private role play
Players: We`rika and Fathle
Setting: We`rika's apartment; evening
--- Another exhausting day. But refreshing really. He put all his negative energy into breaking bricks and cracking walls open wide and raw. It was a perfect way to relieve the stress and constant anger he felt. And now he was wonderfully smelly and sweaty and in dire need of a shower. And then a quick smoke before his regret can start gnawing at him. Opening the door, he found the lights already on and a familiar redhead on his couch. "Hey..." As if Fathle hadn't been gone all weekend without notice. But that was his way and the shaman was quite used to it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 5:48 pm
"Good evening...," the Ancient said as he set the book he was reading down upon the couch. His red eyes followed the man as he stepped through his apartment, absentmindedly going through his routine. The smell of sweat and grime floated so heavily off of Werika that Fathle's fangs ached. It was strange how his body had been conditioned to relate feeding with such small cues.
"I have something for you. It's on the kitchen table. Courtesy of a friend..." Fathle turned his gaze away from the shaman's body, trying to distract himself from watching the warm blood course shamelessly through the many miles of the human's veins and arteries.
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Milk and Golden Honey Crew
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:01 pm
Dropping his keys and wallet on the coffee table in front of Fathle, We`rika gave a spine popping stretch and sighed, wiping his sweat-soaked hair back from his face. He couldn't help but give his friend an odd look. "Ya do, eh?" He didn't seem the gifty type of guy.
"Is no' a severed head or anythin', is i'?" He asked, half serious. Flipping on the light, the shaman sauntered stiffly to the kitchen counter to find a saran-wrapped plate of chocolate chip cookies. He couldn't help but giggle. "Thas kinda gay, Fathle..." He was still gonna eat those ******** though, hell yes he was. But after a shower.
He walked back out and with a "Thanks..." and peeled his dirty shirt from his dark body and, rubbing his sore neck, sauntered to his room to fully undress and hop into a scalding shower. He let the hard beads beat across his neck and back, bracing himself against the cold tile with his hands, lost in thought. It was hard to admit, but We`rika was way too obsessed over all this.
Snorting, the shaman rolled his head back and washed away the sweat and grime, soaping himself up and scrubbing a bit roughly across his arms and chest, thumbing a knife scar and a trail of track marks down his neck. Finally, he turned the faucet off and grabbed a towel, drying himself off. He padded over to his bed and grabbed a clean pair of jeans, hiking them up with quick intent as he headed once more for the kitchen to get them cookies.
"Goddamn these look good.... Is been awhile since I've had cookies..." Sitting by Fathle, he unwrapped them on his lap and selected one, eying the chocolate chunks and laughing. "This is like cannibalism..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:29 pm
"Perhaps I should have brought home that severed head instead. Save you the hard decision of whether to give up your morals or to satisfy your gluttony," the Ancient said dryly, his red eyes scanning over the 157th page of his novel. He frowned slightly when he felt the couch shift under Werika's newly added weight.
The intoxicating smells were gone. They were replaced by the banal fragrance of soap; the universal scent of cleanliness and cheap motels. Thank god for small favors.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:44 pm
Eying the cookie critically, he shrugged and shoved it right into his mouth, doing his best to maneuver the large cookie around so he could chew it up before having the misfortune of choking on it. Mmmmm pretty damn good. He could feel the chips melt in his mouth. Ohhh God he loved homemade cookies. Homemade anything really. He could barely make anything harder than a TV dinner and he was too tired when he got home to even try, so this was a wonderful treat.
We`rika turned his head to Fathle, his eyes big in true confusion. "... Whoh?" He asked pathetically, unable to pronounce one word with his mouth full.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 9:19 pm
Fathle laughed at Werika's distorted question and then snapped his book shut. "You eat like a starved child, Werika," he said as he leaned back into the soft comfort of the couch and let his arms rest on the back of the sofa. "I will admit that I took the liberty of looking through your refrigerator. It seems you live on a rather tasteless diet of TV dinners and cold beer."
The book made a loud slapping noise as Fathle tossed it onto the nearest table while he stood up and stretched his long body. "I would be willing to cook for you in exchange for your hospitality." The Ancient's voice carried itself out of the kitchen as his form disappeared into the confines of the dimly lit room. There was also the sound of glass gently clinking against one another and the scraping sound of rough porcelain running against wood.
The red-haired man returned to the living room bearing a milk carton, a glass cup, and a small plate. "Does that sound like a fair deal or does a homecooked meal sound much too... 'gay' for your culinary tastes?" Fathle asked as he poured the other man a tall glass of cold milk.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:30 pm
Finally, he got the sweet thing munched and swallowed without incident, sitting back on the couch. "Well....: He rolled his tongue across his teeth to make sure no crumbs were hiding from him. "I dun have th'skill or th'time ta make anythin'... I jes ea' enough no' ta ge' a headache really. Dun have th'money ta splurge much and..... B would always make me dinner so..." He ended his tale with a shrug and watched Fathle walk into the kitchen, taking the time to grab another cookie.
"Uhhh is.... totally no' gay.........." The shaman scratched his stubbly cheek shamefully as his friend poured him a glass of milk for his cookies. Oops he didn't think Fathle would hear that, but... he's a ******** vampire, should have known better. "I'd uhh actually like tha'... and I'mma pretty unpicky...." Was that a word? "Sooo yeah..." He didn't peg Fathle as a domestic housewife either, but you could never really tell about someone.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:57 pm
"Good. It seems we have an accord," Fathle said as he set the cold glass in front of Werika. The Ancient then turned, picked up his coat, and slipped into it with a graceful shrug of his shoulders. He had delayed his feeding long enough, and his fangs were already beginning to lengthen with his bloodlust's impatience. "Goodnight then, Werika... if I do not see you again this night."
The shaman was alone once more as Fathle disappeared with the soft sound of a door click.
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Milk and Golden Honey Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 3:31 pm
We`rika watched Fathle leave him alone with a dumbfounded look as the vampire made his way to the door.
"Bu'... whoh abou muh dinnar?"
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