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“Oh, I don’t know. I suppose that depends on what kind of animals you’re into. I’ve been considering a wolf or hybrid of some sort.”

“A wolf hybrid.. ?” He asks before giving a light sniff. “So.. you’re a wolf trying to own a wolf? Isn’t that a little... strange.” 

“Well that might make you the exception here.” He answered and then nodded. “Well, when you use pet as a nickname, that’s sweet. However, I think pet here is imagined more as full blown pet play. I’m sure there’s someone out there on the island that will enjoy that. “I own a home here. So when one of the slaves- a friend- found a stray, I couldn’t let them just leave her to fend for herself. So, I took her in. Then the other was I could see just how much he loves my cat, so I bought him a kitten for his birthday and she’ll be staying with me until his claim goes through or until he’s free of his debt and he can leave.”

“You have?” James asks almost amazed. “Yeah no... not into fucking beasts..just think ‘pet’ is interchangeable with ‘darling’ or ‘sweets’.” The vampire shivers at the passing gross idea and keeps going. “So you just really love having your pals animals around, huh?”

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He contemplated this for a moment.  Elliot was hungry, so he could play along and potentially feed and be sated for the next couple of days… until he realized there was no life force coming from this one and there was a slight slouch of disappointment in his shoulders - no need to lay on the charm, then.  “It’s not my favorite,” he confessed.  “But, um, some people think it’s endearing, I guess, because pets have owners.  And they want to be owned, maybe.”

“Which do you prefer to be called in bed then?” James asks curiously as his head tilts again. He wasn’t going to focus on why the boys demeanor seemed to change, though it did have him a bit curious. “Prefer something cute and doting probably.” 

“Yeah? Then what would you want?” he asked with curiosity.

“Something exotic maybe. Or spastic. Maybe a big car or dragon of some kind. Not like a small bearded one either- like fire and flames and wings.” He says almost like an excited kid. “Or a ferret maybe. Though they’re a bit smelly”

“Indeed, I imagine that would be very messy business indeed” Grace chuckled, watching the male with an air of amusement and curiosity. And yes, he did feel it..she could tell. But who would be the first to speak, that was the question. Grace had no trouble saying what was on her mind, but this did seem to be a potentially awkward situation. “No darling…like the jewelry that I own” she returned with a laugh, then tilted her head as the million dollar question was finally posed. “Xavier Drakon. He is on the island…when it is convenient for him” Grace sniffed, as she cast a glance over him. “And yourself?”

“Oh jewelry that makes more sense.” James nods with a small smile again, liking that better, though part of him liked the idea of her being some type of failed recording artist for his own puns. However as soon as that name was said his stomach knotted. “Interesting.. Guess that makes us siblings then.” With no cruel intention towards her, his lip curled when he spoke, like a dog smelling something they hated. “Never knew you had an older brother before now, right?”

[text] James:... can I use one of your peacocks for a test? It’s for science.

Kit looked up at him and covered her nose as she hid a small smile when he said her reaction was adorable. “Thank you,” she flushed before shrugging her own shoulders. “Awww I’ve always wanted a hedgehog.” When he said a tiny dragon she tilted her head to the side a little curiously. “Yes and a little hard to come by, as far as I know I’m the only dragon on the Island at the moment.” 

He didn’t really mean much by it, but he licked his lips slightly in passing as she blushed. Cute enough to eat? Understatement. “No problem, darling.” James responds with a small head nod towards her. “They seem pretty scarce and they’re their own defense- it’s perfect.” The vampire says referring to hedgehogs. Though his interest was turned again as she mentioned she was the only dragon on the island. “Interesting.. so you’re the one they mentioned in passing. I meant more like a real- tiny- teacup..stays that way forever kinda.. pet.. Though two for one really might not be a bad idea.”

[text] James: So....are you aware we’re weirdly related or? 

“Yeah, three kitties- one is mine, one is one subs and the last is another’s.” He answered, giving his a small smile, unsure of where he stood. “Well, I’m sure it probably has a lot to do with being forced into such situations.”

“I mean.. I’ve never forced someone like that.. And in my years, before here, not a single bed mate has hated when I called them ‘pet’. I always assumed the shiver and the way they nearly pounce me said it was ‘a go’..”  He shrugs. “Why do you have all 3 then?”

“Well I love turtles, they are so cute and shy and wrinkly. It’s hard not to love them!” She gushed with a bring smile as she bounced lightly on her heels. “Maybe, what sort of pet were you looking to get?” She asked canting her head to the side. 

The way she gushed and her excitement made a smirk grow on his lips again. “Well that was just adorable..” The man comments in passing before giving a one shoulder shrug. “Something cute- like a cat or a hedgehog. Was thinking a tiny dragon maybe but I heard that might be a little.. sketchy.”

“London as well although the last time I lived there was long ago. ” She smiled. “Either of those sound wonderful.”

“What made you leave? Other than... trying to not have humans realize you’re not aging.” James says with a small laugh. “Or the opposite route to something scaly maybe. Like a Lizard or Dragon.”

“If you want a pet dragon, you have to take it up with the administration- some of them are students here, so you’re veering dangerously back into ‘kinky’ territory with that one.” Mercy pointed out with a shrug, taking another lengthy drag and letting the smoke burn in his chest for a moment. “Nothing like a tad of necromancy to liven up an evening, I suppose. But if I’m successful what’s to stop people from asking me to bring some pets back to life for them. Slippery slope into Pet Semetary territory. Slippery, slippery slope.”

A near snort left James’ as it didn’t really occur to him of that cross over until the other spoke it. “Oh.. that’s just a lovely thing then, I could have 2 in 1 if I so chose right.” His brows waggle at the possibilities. “Oh gosh you couldn’t bring pets though- we’ve all seen how that ends. Granted- we’ve seen how the first ends as well but I’d like the destruction without Spots and Whiskers coming back to life.”

“They are good to have from what I understand–” Cullen honestly wished they could have one themself, but being a human left their options far more limited. “A dragon would be cool– You aren’t scared of it blowing fire at you or something?” They laughed slightly.

“It’s an idea for sure.” James concurred with a small laugh. “Are you scared of a tea cup poodle biting you if it stays tiny forever?”