A Not So Reformed Cad

The problem with consuming so much blood in a very limited amount of time meant he ended up feeling pretty loopy. So when someone else entered the kitchen he didn't bother to move. "AB is a little sour." He muttered, tossing the half empty blood bag away from himself.

"Not to sound like a matron but you're not just going to leave that there are you? It really is terribly poor taste to be a bad house guest," Damien commented, coming to lean against the opposite side of the breakfast bar.

“I saw that.”

Damien let a lazy smirk spread across his lips, "Well I do hope you're not going to rat me out,"

“I didn’t say no, did I?”

"No," a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "I suppose you didn't," he added,

"That is a pity,"

"I think that would be rather painful really,"

"I shall hold you to that promise my dear," Damien replied after another drag. He gave it a few moments, looking out over the city, before adding, "Still, you do not seem quite yourself. Is there something the matter?"

"Have I ever told you about my mother?" She questioned eventually, avoiding an outright answer of her own for the time being.

"I do not believe you have," he replied, again happy to let the conversation meander where it may. Trusting she had a reason behind this.

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"I shall hold you to that promise my dear," Damien replied after another drag. He gave it a few moments, looking out over the city, before adding, "Still, you do not seem quite yourself. Is there something the matter?"

Emi was sitting crosslegged on her bed, with some of her recent photos splayed out around her, piecing through them. But she looked up as someone seemed to invite themselves into the room.

"This your latest project?" Damien asked, walking round the side of her bed so he could look at the photos the right way up. He let out a low whistle, "Who's she?" he asked, going to pick up one of the photos.

"And what about the dirt of the river? You never did like that," he commented in reply as he stopped and looked down at him. Damien tilted his head to the side. That comment made him feel like something had happened. That he'd missed something. He sat himself down next to Andre, his long legs dangling over the edge of the pier. He swung them absently. "Is that what I am? The prodigal son?" Turning his head to look at him he considered Andre again. He didn't seem quite his self. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Andre considered the thought about dirt. "Well...if I'm dead it won't really matter will it?" He mused. "Though. I do expect you all to wash the dirt off, if there is anything left of me to lay to rest that is." When Damien joined him, Andre actually slide a little closer, to lay his head to rest of his shoulder. "No. I suppose that would be me, wouldn't it?" He asked softly. "Was I really a terrible master to you, Damien? Be truthful. I need to hear it."

A frown creased his forehead at that. That he would even joke about something like that. It was definitely troubling and even more confirmed to him that something was going on. What on earth had he missed. At the familiar weight on his shoulder Damien turned his head to press a kiss to Andre's hair. "I wouldn't be here if you were anything close to terrible now would I?" he replied, going back to looking out over the dark water. "Are you going to tell me what's going on or am I to guess?"

“Little cold to be considering a dip don’t you think,” he commented as he drew nearer.

"I am a vampire..." Andre replied, not taking his eyes from the dark water. "I feel nothing from the cold." As Damien came closer, Andre did look at him. "Lovely time for you to come home, isn't it?" But he was far too much in his head to be one for clever quips or other sorts of niceties. "Though I suppose it makes sense. The prodigal son always appears in the end."

"And what about the dirt of the river? You never did like that," he commented in reply as he stopped and looked down at him. Damien tilted his head to the side. That comment made him feel like something had happened. That he'd missed something. He sat himself down next to Andre, his long legs dangling over the edge of the pier. He swung them absently. "Is that what I am? The prodigal son?" Turning his head to look at him he considered Andre again. He didn't seem quite his self. "Penny for your thoughts?"

The blood in his stomach lurched a bit and he felt suddenly sick. He lowered himself down onto the pier, letting his feet dangle over the edge. The idea of merely letting himself fall into the water very tempting. But he imagined Wulfe would somehow appear and pull him out. Why his elder brother continually bothered with him he didn't know.

“Little cold to be considering a dip don’t you think,” he commented as he drew nearer.