Run Rabbit Run

He only pauses in his endeavor when he hears the word 'hug', eyes growing wide. "Hugging? This--this isn't a hug!" He insists, finally then pulling away and taking a step back. "I was attempting to tackle you, sir." He explains as if that's supposed to be obvious, reaching into his coat and removing what appear to be hand cuffs.

@teufelsaugenn // Unprompted!

"...You know, you've done an awful good job with this place, darlin'." Caesar's voice is gentle on his unannounced approach, but warm. He's never really been out to Artair's garden before, let alone their greenhouse. His arms are loose at his sides but there's still a small taut string in his chest, at the intrusion of what he perceived as a sacred space. "I reckon it makes sense though, someone as kind 'n nurturin' as you'd have no problem helpin' these grow up so nice an' pretty."

They already feel warm, just hearing what Caesar has to say. They wave a hand, laughing--the sudden burst of butterflies is only done away by such, or they'd lose every capacity for sense under their warm, violet eyes. "Ha-- sweet words from a sweet talker."

He's been lingering in the entrance to take in the natural beauty that they've cultivated, but when they're close all he can see is them, and those beautiful bright eyes. They take his hands and it tugs at his heart, fingers never ever hesitating to hold back. He comes closer, a silent acceptance. "Yeah? I can't say I know much about this kinda stuff, but I'd love t' see what yer workin' on." There's a cavern inside of him, deep and aching. He misses them. But to admit as much might just break him into a million pieces. He swallows lightly.

Taking his verbal lead seriously and true to his intent, the moment the detective’s eyes catch sight of Caesar, he finds that he is incredibly shady looking though he can't quite put his finger on it--nor does he stop to try. Instead, he pivots direction, running full speed at the other man before his form collides with his in a full on tackle!

Somehow the world is so much bigger and at the same time smaller than she thought.

The reverie is cut short. Her face would likely have caught some color had it been capable of such a thing. Instead her lips thin and her shoulders rise like she's been caught doing something indecent. It is almost out of her control, which makes it all the more like fire in her face. The nickname he'd given her when they'd danced near a century ago does not help. She is a child next to him almost, uncollected and called on it. The play on his words are for her expense, though no bite lies under them. It is like their departure had no effect on him, set aside entirely.

Caesar can't help but to grin watching the way she scrunches up her shoulders, undone a bit by the way he's called her out. He laughs again, hands raising in front of him innocently. "Hey I ain't blamin' ya none! Honestly I never thought I'd see you again either, not that I'm complainin' any. Yer pretty good company, from what I'n remember. Y' gotta be, fer draggin' my drunk ass outta the street." He points out, the laugh aimed more at himself this time. "Especially since you were workin'? Oh darlin', it's awful sweet a' you, but that ain't gonna get you in trouble is i-- wait."

He continues, and her stalling thoughts render her silent while he does, eyes on the glass. A hand raises when he starts to speculate. "I-- think I could probably help you with that somewhat. You were mumbling a lot when I carried you here. But--- can we back up here a bit first? Back to what you said." She looks polite as she says it, but Hades is mentally beep beep backing the bus all the way up.

"The first thing, I mean. You.... you're not a vampire?" She'd been sure, given his sharp fangs, the colorful eyes, and the fact he looked the same (except a little rounder) since last she'd seen him. And ....well--- his human-hunting ways. No human would do something like that. Was he sure he wasn't? Well-- No, that's ridiculous. No one just assumes good genetics, daily moisturizer, and hard liquor would preserve their age that well. And they wouldn't go killing people about it if they thought they were one. Probably? Denial was a hell of a drug, but even the best mental gymnast couldn't contort into a shape that feeble.

"Uh? Well, yeah, I thought y'all already knew that." He admits with a laugh. "I ain't ever seen a vampire with purple eyes before. Though-- I reckon it might be possible. More 'n that though I reckon I just figured y'all must 'a had some way 'a just recognizin' other vampires. Guess that one might be on me fer assumin'." He shifts back on the couch then, getting to a more comfortable sitting position.

Mean Sentences, Vol. 13

(Mean sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I hate the bones of you. I genuinely wish you and yours nothing but ill."

"You know what I'm wondering? What do you tell yourself at night when you lay your head down that allows you to wake up in the morning pretending that you're not the bad guy?"

"When you speak, I feel like it's the Devil talking."

"Honestly? I think I'd rather stick my dick in a blender."

"I've come to a conclusion: I don't like you."

"You are tough to be a friend to."

"You do a good job of hiding it, and I suppose most folk don't see it, but honestly? You're the angriest man I have ever known."

"You've got ice-cold water running through your veins."

"For someone with no spine, you've sure got a lot of balls."

"I hope you donated your body to science so doctors can study how big a bitch you are!"

"Do you even know when you're lying anymore, or is it just like blinking?"

"You had a choice. You just chose wrong."

"You are a violent man. You have left a trail of dead behind you."

"Do you believe anything you say?"

"Look, it's nice that you have a hobby, but I really don't care to hear about this."

"Drive your polluted soul back to the city where it belongs."

"Sometimes I think the Devil's bile runs in your veins!"

"Every now and then, you say something that makes me think you're smart, and then I look at you and that thought fades."

"You'll take your approval anywhere you can find it, won't you?"

"Is there anything else you screwed up today?"

"I didn't think you could get any more boring, and yet here we are."

"Look at me and know that I am not your friend."

"Do you know how stupid you look?"

"You don't know what you are, and you're looking for the world to tell you. You reek of desperation."

"In the right light, you could almost be considered attractive."

"Don't think that you deserve it. You don't deserve it, and you never will."

"I've heard a lot of rumours about you, all of them bad."

"I'd just about forgot how much I hate the sound of your voice!"

"How can you live with yourself?"

A snort escapes him at the name followed by a chuckle, “It’s cranberry season so I been helpin’ m’self,” He tells the other. A large picnic basket sits next to him filled to the brim with aforementioned berries.

“Yer in th’ middle’a th’ forest! Found ya here a few hours ago out like a light. Last night really did a number on ya, huh? I’ll tell ya what helps—“ The cowboy decides to sit up then with a grunt, criss crossing his legs before him. “A big ol’ swig’a bourbon!” He’s already reaching into his vest pocket, removing a flask.

"Wait-- did you say y' found me a few hours ago? What th' hell... why're y'all still out here, then?" Sitting up is a slow and horribly tedious process, but he manages well enough. At least it just kinda looks like he's taking his sweet time with it on the outside.

But then he smiles. It is an old one, one she remembers from a dance sixty years ago. Yet... somehow maybe a little warmer. For a moment it is just like before his knife came out.

The exhale that billows from her lungs loosens her like a glass of scotch might. She lets him drink, slipping a metal case from her pocket. "It's a neutral taste. Doesn't have any flavors from the antigens or rH-D. Mostly it's just what I have on hand."

"So, you're finally awake."

"Good of you to join us."

"They don't know you're awake yet. Stay down."

"Oh my god. [Name]? Hi, [name]?"

"Get up. Now."

"I'm not leaving you here. GET UP."

"Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Sleep okay?"

"You know there are, like, actual beds here. You didn't have to take the floor."

"Relax. Nothing happened."

"Thirsty?"

"Can you hear me?"

"How'd you sleep?"

"You absolute fucking idiot."

"How could you be so stupid?"

"You were pretty out of it."

"Relax. We're safe here."

"We're not there yet. Go back to sleep."

"We're about halfway."

"You're on next watch."

"Up and at 'em. We have activity."

But instead, he addresses him. Alyx's dropped head as he had hesitantly considered rolling out into the storm to get out of the way lifts back up. "Oh--- me?"