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“Oh, do not be coy with me, Doctor Surendra, we’ve got much to discuss.” Gabriel stated in what would have come out as a cheerful yet slightly menacing tone, if he weren’t sniffling repeatedly through his words. His usually tanned complexion was slightly pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse and tired. He had meant to ask his colleague about his mysterious research project since that animal of Dmitri had blabbered out about it a few weeks earlier, but he never found the right chance to do it. The thought of spiking Ravi’s drink with a truth potion had crossed his mind, but he could not risk receiving a formal complaint from a colleague while his father was watching and assessing his every move. That stupid celebration would have been the perfect occasion to get the other doctor to spill all of his secrets if he weren’t turned into a human that was probably about to die. But Gabriel was nothing if not persistent, so he had decided to corner Ravi in his lab while there was no one there. “A little birdie told me you’ve been a busy bee. Since when do we do research about heart diseases here?” He asked, crossing his arms over his white coat to keep his shivering body a bit warmer. “And what’s with the twinkish look? He looks pretty.” He smiled, giving Ravi a puckish once-over, before being hit by a coughing fit that shook his whole body. Jesus Christ, how did humans do it?

Rhys had begged a break for a while so Roland found himself alone for the time being as he wandered through the town and the Christmas market. Cheap trinkets and festive wear didn't particularly interest him but he hardly minded the spirit of the thing. It was interesting to see who had set up where, which businesses were doing what, and he really didn't intend to stop at any of the tables unless something or someone happened to intrigue him. Cassian's clinic seemed to be giving out hot drinks and there was something to do with charity. The man behind the table was also wearing one of those hideous Christmas sweaters some people insisted on which made Roland's lip curl in distaste. Hopefully Cassie hadn't been responsible for that though Roland had a feeling his favourite dragon might have been, knowing his sense of humor as he did. Roland's outfit was much more expensive and sophisticated, of course, though still festive in terms of colour. That was the way to do it in his opinion.

In spite of the despicable sweater, the man was quite attractive and a face Roland didn't recognize. Novelty always intrigued him so he approached the table and stopped in front of the other man. "I hope that outfit is a clever ploy to solicit funds by looking like you desperately need them for your own wardrobe." Roland couldn't seem to help commenting, though the rest of the man's outfit was hardly as bad if rather...basic. "Or are you simply hoping to prey on the festive spirit of giving in the hopes that we'll open our pocketbooks?" Roland quirked an eyebrow, smirking a little to perhaps soften the blow of his rather more cutting words. He expected to be recognized but would obviously introduce himself when it was appropriate. It was rather more interesting to start a conversation this way, though.

Cillian was an explorer at heart. Every place he went to, whether he'd been before or not, he ended up wandering just to take in everything. He'd note things that were added after his last visit, or he'd simply place it in the vault of all his travels. He'd been to Krovs before, about three different times if he recalled correctly. Of course, he couldn't remember those stays lasting more than a week, he was constantly on the move when he could, so he found himself out in the town, no real purpose, just window-shopping and people watching.

Well, window-shopping until he saw a particularly appealing pair of shoes in one of the shops windows. Since he never denied himself simple pleasures, he was pushing open the shop door to go and buy them. He was quick, spotted his size, scooped them up, and was already heading towards the front of the store to check out when he spotted someone who looked quite lost with his clothing options.

He looked handsome and clueless, how could Cillian walk away? The vampire approached, posture straight and head held high. He never exuded anything but confidence and grace. "You look awfully confused," He mused, a charming smile gracing his features as he looked the human over. He then turned his gaze to the two options of fancy shirts he had pulled out of the rack. He hummed, head tilting slightly, "This one," He reached out and dragged gentle fingers down the blue one, "That shade of green would wash you out terribly, this blue will make you seem more lively." He gave his opinion even though it wasn't asked for, amusement in his eyes, "It seems more and more men these days struggle to shop," He was teasing, though it was a common occurrence that pained him to see. There was nothing he liked more than a well-dressed man.