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@regaldisaster​

…Well, shit.

Of all the people he expected to run into in a bar hidden away in a corner of an alley, the former king of Plegia was not one of them. What was Gangrel even doing here?

“I didn’t think this was your kind of place, your majesty. What brings you here?”

Looking at the tavern’s door every-time someone entered it wasn’t a paranoid gesture, not after everything the ginger went trough.

And. apparently, it was well justified by the next person that decided to come by in the cavalcade of bad jokes that was Gangrel’s life.

‘I could just pretend i don’t know him’, he though, but the mutual flash of recognition when their eyes locked made it obvious it was a fool’s errand.

He was going to get trough this one.

“…I turned the wrong left on my way to hell. Though a drink for the way wasn’t a bad idea.”

He took another sip of his disgustingly cheap beer.

What are the chances of this whole interaction just to end soon?

Vasto supposed he should feel some kind of sympathy or pity for the other man, but after the shit storm they’d both been through, the former captain didn’t have very much of that left to give.

“You’re not too far off, though. This’s pretty damn close to hell anyway.”

He wasn’t even sure himself if he was referring to the tavern or this ( unfortunate ) encounter. Honestly, he supposed he should just walk away, but he was tired and bored and meeting Gangrel was the most interesting thing that’d happened all week.

So, without so much as an invitation, the redhead plopped himself down on the seat next to the former king, absently calling out for an order of beer from the bartender.

...Well, shit.

Of all the people he expected to run into in a bar hidden away in a corner of an alley, the former king of Plegia was not one of them. What was Gangrel even doing here?

//Didn’t do much tonight and I’m heading off for some much needed sleep now, but once I wake tomorrow, I’ll be on here~

sO

“His majesty Gangrel himself, offering to help me? I’m either hallucinating or dead,” the former captain snorted, a lopsided smirk on his lips as he looked up at Gangrel from where he was seated on the ground. He’d had perhaps a little too much to drink and maybe he’d been a little too unsteady on his feet and he might have tripped and fallen. And, yeah, alright, he could probably use a hand. Or two. 

“Yeah, so, this is probably a dumb question, but would ya mind telling me what day it is? The date too, please.” Vasto scratched at the back of his neck, frowning in confusion and mild frustration.

"Oh, my gosh, it's snowing!"

"Don't hang that there! Are you crazy?!"

"It's Christmas, don't be so down. Have fun!"

"Are you sure you have enough to buy that for him/her? It is pretty expensive, and you don't get your next paycheck til the week after Christmas."

"Care for a little bit of Christmas songs? No? Well, too bad!"

"Okay, who spiked the eggnog?!"

"Please don't act crazy like you did last Christmas... that was a disaster."

"Hey, in my defense, I had too much sugar, alright?!"

"What are you doing? Get down from there before you tangle yourself in the lights!"

"SANTA CLAUS IS ON FIRE!!"

"Maybe having an inflatable snowman next to our spiked fence wasn't such a good idea."

"We're out of cookies, but do you think Santa will settle for a salad?"

"No, no, no, you're supposed to put the lights on BEFORE the ornaments!"

"I did the star last time, it's your turn now."

"Your present's going to be a bit late... 9 months late, so to speak."

"Worst. Christmas. EVER."

"Y'know how you get a bit crazy on Christmas Eve? Yeah, don't do that this year."

"This is the best Christmas I've ever had in my entire life.."

"You missed the present-opening!"

"Time to open up the gifts!"

"You know what would be a great way to end this night? You and me, our clothes on the bedroom floor... get what I'm hinting at?"

"This is the ugliest sweater I've ever worn... I love it!"

"I just want to make someone else have a good Christmas."

"We can't really afford anything good this Christmas..."

"You 'fell' in love with Niles? Well, i have to say i expected it ,since he is an archer and all."

“The hell kind of question--?!”

And cue one very ( very ) flustered ex-captain, caught completely and utterly off guard by the unexpected inquiry. He sputtered, mouth opening and closing, then turned away, a hand raking roughly through his hair.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business! He’s a great guy, sure, and he’s funny and clever and fucking amazing in bed, and of course I like him, but that doesn’t-- it doesn’t mean that I’m in love with...!”

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“I suppose I might have a few ideas…” he trailed off, a suggestive gleam in his eyes. And then he sighed softly and leaned into Niles, arms curling around his waist. “You really don’t have to, though, but if you really insist… I suppose, maybe, a new saddle for my wyvern would be nice?”

“I’m intrigued to see what you come up with…~” Niles leaned forwards to steal a kiss, taking note of Vasto’s suggestion. “Mhm. I’ll see what I can do.” He knew a woman in the town market who was excellent at working with leather- she would no doubt be able to make the right sort of saddle. “In future, don’t tell me I don’t have to buy you anything. I want to see you happy, as much as that may surprise you to know…”