“Besides, who do you think you are coming in here barking up the wrong tree? There’s no cat here, puppy.”

❝   i   know,   the   blood   makes   the   show   more   interesting.   allegedly.   ❞   he   got   to   his   feet   a   little   too   fast,   the   sudden   intake   of   fresh   air   making   his   head   feel   dizzy.   healing   powers   or   not,   chemical   fumes   were   where   his   body   drew   the   line.   ❝   but   what   is   so   bad   about   using   something   to   cover   this   floor.   preferably   something   we   can   toss   out   afterwards.   ❝          /          blood   lust   meme   /   accepting   selectively   !

               “    ♫    MM’HONEY  HONEY ,  HOW  YOU   .  .  .     THRILL  ME ,   mm - hm     !        ♫    ”        lyrics  dissolve  into  laughter ,  TEETERING  as  she  walks.  defying  gravity  with  every  step     /     nearly  falling     /     but  not  QUITE.        “    helloooo    !        i  was  at  karaoke   .  .  .    ”        more  laughter    !        as  if  there’s  something  funny  about  walking  up  to  the  guy  who’s  supposed  to  be  her  boss     /     late     /     and  drunk.  FINALLY  physics  gets  the  better  of  her  and  she  stumbles     //     crumbles.  ends  up  propped  on  one  elbow.        “    i  had   drinks.    ”

Kennings stared at the other over his laptop. He wasn’t sure how long the incubus had been here. It had gotten to the point where he became worried when the other wasn’t strutting around the house attempting to lure him into a sexual act. He hummed amused finishing his last revision, standing the human closed his laptop heading over to the couch where the demon was sprawled out as though he owned this home. “I need to head out to my editor.” He leaned down placing a gentle kiss on the other lips. “Please don’t stain my carpet again if you are going out for a snack.” 

‘ the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his chest, with a sharp knife. ‘ said as she licks the blood from her fingers, a dead priest on a church floor.

               “     uh ,  yeah.   you  really  shouldn’t  be  fuckin’   SURPRISED ,   hon.  and  you  can’t  tell  me  you’re  not  into  it.   secretly.     ”

     Oh, how those words RESONATED DEEPLY with the other. All this time is he reminded of what was WITHIN HIM and how he believed it to be the  d a r k n e s s  itself -- even now, Henry found it  effortless  to believe that than what it truly is. “...It’s always to hunger. It just does. Sometimes with intention, sometimes...otherwise. It’s the truth...” 

     A DISINTERESTED GAZE is given to the other as he  ( had to )  mention this. “...Good for you,” the photographer mutters as Henry resumed having to tinker with a camera. That appears to be a hint to the other TO LEAVE NOW.