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Abel was given a pat, and he would contemplate which one of his coterie was really his Jiminy Cricket. Right now, Abel felt the strongest. Rohan but a sad temptation.
Hopefully Xavier hadn't caught that. Hopefully no one had.
"So! What cha wanna do now, Mr. Mage?"
Rohan heaved a long, weary sigh. “First order of business is to set up a cot for you in Holden’s room. Not ideal but it’s the most protected from the sun. Later on I’ll make some wooden shutters for it.”
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"Tomorrow night, first thing." His hand came to rest on Abel's shoulder. "What we take ya from with all this?"
“Sleep,” he said with a smile. “It’s the middle of the night, remember? I was in bed when Rohan came to get me.” It was no big deal, though. He’d just catch a nap in front of the fireplace later on.
MJ comes up from behind and kisses Xavier's cheek. Just because.
Was that a smile? It sure looked like one.
“Good evening to you, too, Aquaman.”
Texts, right. He handed Rohan his phone. Might as well play by their rules. Though he doubted Holden's first instinct when waking up would be to frisk, better safe than stupid.
"Night, gorgeous."
Rohan slipped it into his pocket and offered MJ a smile. “Goodnight.”
Once the vampire was inside the bedroom, Rohan would keep to his word and magically lock the door. It wasn’t a complicated process; it was just a matter of what key he used and what spell he recited.
It didn’t feel right but he supposed it was better to be safe than sorry.
“That’s the mantra today,” he sighed to himself, gathering up all his kitchen knives.
"With everything I just said, yeah, of course he will. Unless you're gonna force feed him 'fore he wakes. Bet ya a C note it'll be days for he moves, but I still want ya t'lock us in. Kay?"
Rohan wouldn’t say it aloud, but in his view Holden White had had quite enough forced on him in the past few days.
“No need for a bet, I believe you.” He nodded. “All right, I’ll lock you in. I suppose you can just knock on the door or text me when you wake up later today. Is there anything you need?”
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"Course I worry," he said without thinking. He pressed his finger between his eyes, played it off as a tired gesture, rubbing his face. "He's wasted blood. Probably a smack away from that Big Sleep. I think you're gonna be fine."
But that being said, MJ considered something else, rubbing his fingers now over his lips. That new-old habit.
"Can ya lock the door behind us? Ya know what I mean, magic."
“I’ll make sure I get enough blood for both of you when I go up to the house later.” He’d probably need to get a mini fridge like MJ had in his room at the main house. Not wholly necessary but a good idea.
“The front door or the bedroom door?” he asked, brow furrowing. “Are you worried he’ll wake up and frenzy?”
"He ain't gonna wake up unless ya let him." Right? That's what he assumed. Rohan could have the paring knife. The mention of his age grabbed him in the chest. He wanted to hug the mage, but refrained.
"Take a nap. He ain't gonna know. Should be on his schedule for a bit anyway."
“He’ll wake up on his own eventually. I imagine the combination of magically induced sleep and post adrenaline exhaustion will keep him asleep until the evening.” He should probably get some thicker curtains in case the boy woke up sooner.
Rohan shook his head. “I’ve too much to do. I’ll make myself a tonic to wake up. Don’t worry about me.”
"Hurt? What hurt? I got the necklace, remember?" Though, it was in need of charging. That wasn't Rohan's concern. "Push me n'I'll go. C'mon, tough guy." For now, he was piling the knives by the sink.
Rohan smiled and shook his head. He wouldn’t push, but he would gently take whatever knives MJ was holding out of his hands and grab his arm so he could usher him back to the bedroom.
“Take pity on this tired sixty-year old man and cooperate. Sleep so that I can live vicariously.”
