We fight like siblings, but we fuck like champions

  The viking made it to New Orleans in a few hours, it was a fairly standard route. Almost a straight way from Shreveport, simple. He sat on a bench right inside the crescent city. His foot tapped softly on the ground as his eyes scouted the area, just thinking about how wasted they were going to turn. Something like this was almost as amusing as the ones who come to Fangtasia on New Year's. He pulled his phone out from his jacket pocket, letting his fingers move on the screen for a text.

[text]: I was a little closer than I thought.  [text]: I'm actually on Bourbon Street right now.

  He slid his phone back into his pocket before tilting his head back to look at the fading skyline of the city before his patience ran it's course. Then again, he can wait for centuries.

Elijah: We'll go with that.

Eric: This is also coming from a man who would like to get away for a few days.

Elijah: Since you are obviously lacking it.

Eric: I do have class when I want to.

Elijah: You'd get some from at least one person.

Eric: I think you could win a few yourself.

Elijah: I am quite missable.

Elijah: I've been dealing with family disputes.

Eric: Perhaps you are.

Eric: Oh? I truly hope you get those worked out.

Elijah: You miss me.

Eric: Excuse me.

Elijah: I'm touched.

Eric: I was simply stating that you had not been by here.

Elijah: I'm the one with a daylight ring, after all. It's up to you.

Eric: I was just asking, no need to get snippy with me.

Eric: As a recommendation.

Elijah: I would completely understand.

Eric: I've already tossed the pile to the side, I am not going back to it any time soon.

Elijah: Of the human variety?

Eric: I haven't today. Hrm.

Elijah: That cannot say much.

Eric: Are you now?

Elijah: Again, you sent me the text so obviously you think I am.

Eric: I didn't believe it did, then again, I am one to try.