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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

20:49:56 ‹Conall Callahan› He smirks and leans against a tombstone. "Hey, now, that was only attempted robbery. You stole from your employee, I should call the BBB on your ***."
20:54:42 ‹xavier moriarty› He rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "I was just returning the favor."
20:56:25 ‹Conall Callahan› "Gee thanks, boss."
20:58:43 ‹xavier moriarty› "Anytime."
20:59:58 ‹Conall Callahan› "So what brings you down here, eh? Monster killin' or were you worried about my health?"
21:03:26 ‹xavier moriarty› "Worried about you?" He scoffs. "Never. I'm here for the monsters."
21:07:08 ‹Conall Callahan› He sniffles dramatically. "Ya cut me deep, boss, I thought we had somethin' special."
21:10:07 ‹xavier moriarty› "Hardly."
21:13:52 ‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "I'm just big and convenient, huh? Ah, well, you've got cash, so frankly I couldn't give a **** about what ya think of me, so long as I keep gettin' paid."
21:17:54 ‹xavier moriarty› "And what would happen if I stopped paying you?"
21:18:25 ‹Conall Callahan› "What happened, run outta money?"
21:20:20 ‹xavier moriarty› "No. Just curious."
21:21:03 ‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "I supposed we'd go our merry ways then. Would that be a problem?"
21:22:18 ‹xavier moriarty› "Not at all. It'd mean more money for me."
21:22:59 ‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Did you suddenly get tough enough to fend off them bastards on your own?
21:23:02 ‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Did you suddenly get tough enough to fend off them bastards on your own?"
21:24:04 ‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "They're not so bad. I think I could take them if I had to."
21:25:50 ‹Conall Callahan› He eyes him, picking at his teeth. "So does this mean you're firing me?"
21:26:41 ‹xavier moriarty› "Nah. Not right now."
21:27:58 ‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "All right, gotcha." Chuckling, he smirks. "Y'know, I take payments in things other than cash, too."
21:28:32 ‹xavier moriarty› He eyes him for a few long moments, then sneers. "I don't think so."
21:30:24 ‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Jeez, I didn't think I was that ugly."
21:32:17 ‹xavier moriarty› "Let's just keep it professional, all right?"
21:34:16 ‹Conall Callahan› "Works for me. I like money better anyhow."
21:37:56 ‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "I can tell."
21:39:08 ‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "That obvious, huh?"
21:50:13 ‹xavier moriarty› "A little."
21:51:40 ‹Conall Callahan› "Oh well, there's worse things a guy could like. And I'd say you're just as fond of it as me."
21:53:02 ‹xavier moriarty› He raises an eyebrow. "Really?"
21:53:43 ‹Conall Callahan› "Really what? You gonna tell me you don't like money?"
21:54:58 ‹xavier moriarty› "I do. But I'm not obsessed with it."
21:56:34 ‹Conall Callahan› He scoffs. "And who said I was obsessed with it?"
21:57:20 ‹xavier moriarty› He gives him a look. "You're denying it?"
21:58:46 ‹Conall Callahan› "Just 'cause I'm fond of somethin' don't mean I'm obsessed with it."
22:01:39 ‹xavier moriarty› "I don't believe you, y'know."
22:02:41 ‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, well, I don't need you to believe me, do I? I just need you to pay me."
22:05:10 ‹xavier moriarty› "All right, all right. Let's drop it."
22:09:12 ‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "Works for me. Talk is cheap any damn how."
22:11:04 ‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "It can be."
22:13:50 ‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "What, do you usually charge folks for a conversation with you?"
22:18:21 ‹xavier moriarty› He scoffs. "That seems like something you'd do."
22:28:59 ‹Conall Callahan› "Hey, guy's gotta make a livin', right?"
22:37:13 ‹xavier moriarty› "Guess so."
22:40:49 ‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Better than nothin'. Not like I can exactly work a regular job now, can I?"
22:44:03 ‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "True."
22:46:47 ‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little at his laugh. "And hey, I save on rent," he chuckles, waving a hand at the graveyard. "Just take a nap over there when the sun comes up."
22:47:47 ‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. Maybe it's not so bad after all, huh?"
22:50:56 ‹Conall Callahan› "Nope. And I don't hafta worry about gettin' old either, so at least I can party without anyone lookin' at me crazy for a long damn time."
23:00:00 ‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "I bet it'll get boring after a while, though."
23:01:53 ‹Conall Callahan› "Maybe. But it's something to do." He sighs, slumping hard against the tombstone.
23:04:35 ‹xavier moriarty› He watches him with a chuckle, then sits across from him.
23:05:56 ‹Conall Callahan› He watches him out of the corner of his eye, then rubs the back of his neck. "So, uh, what made you change?"
23:13:30 ‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs, looking at the ground. "I was in debt to someone I borrowed money from. I never paid him. I guess he thought this was a good punishment."
23:14:56 ‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs, looking at the ground. "It just happened, I guess. Same with you."
23:17:40 ‹Conall Callahan› He nods, picking at his pant leg. "I guess that kinda puts us in the same boat, huh?"
23:22:56 ‹xavier moriarty› "Guess so. But at least I'm around you, right?"
23:25:07 ‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah. Which is nice, at least I'm not alone." He stiffens a little. "Not that I'm lonely or whatever. I do just fine by myself."
23:25:26 ‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "I know what you mean."
23:26:40 ‹Conall Callahan› "Ok good. Last thing I need is for you to think I'm gettin' sappy on you."
23:36:51 ‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Not at all."
23:39:01 ‹Conall Callahan› He grins a little. "Y'know, you're not so bad, even if you are kind of a dick."
23:39:29 ‹xavier moriarty› He snorts a laugh. "Yeah, you too."
23:40:05 ‹Conall Callahan› "Oh, I'm a dick, huh?"
23:47:37 ‹xavier moriarty› "You have your moments."
23:48:59 ‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "All right, yeah, I'll give ya that."
00:02:44 ‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Like earlier when you tried to steal from me."
00:04:06 ‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Hey, it was worth a shot. Gotta hone my skills anyhow."
00:06:57 ‹xavier moriarty› "Hone them somewhere else."
00:07:32 ‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, yeah, I will. I learned my lesson after you picked my damn pocket."
00:11:03 ‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "I'll give it back."
00:11:42 ‹Conall Callahan› "I'd appreciate that, Mr. Bossman."
00:12:30 ‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Ever gonna call me by my name?"
00:12:52 ‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "If ya'd like, Xavier."
00:13:14 ‹xavier moriarty› He smiles a little as he hears his name. "That's better."
00:14:37 ‹Conall Callahan› He smiles back. "Such a weird name, though, don't never hear of nobody named Xavier anymore, 'cept that guy in X-men."
00:16:04 ‹xavier moriarty› He bites his lip to keep from laughing, then shrugs a bit. "I like it."
00:17:01 ‹Conall Callahan› "Oh, yeah, it's a neat name, I didn't mean it wasn't. Just... Weird." He snorts a laugh. "Though I haven't met anyone else named Conall, either, so I'm not one to talk."
00:21:20 ‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Yeah, I've never heard that one."
00:27:03 ‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Yeah, no one has. Ah, well, I guess that's something else we got in common, huh?"
00:30:18 ‹xavier moriarty› "It's nice to have in common, though."
00:31:52 ‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "Yeah. Maybe we should start a club, the weird fuckin' name club."
00:34:27 ‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Maybe so."
00:35:50 ‹Conall Callahan› "We'll have t-shirts and everything. It'll be fuckin' great."
00:38:47 ‹xavier moriarty› "Your parents ever tell you why they named you Conall?"
00:39:56 ‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "I think it was my great-great grandpa's name."
00:40:31 ‹xavier moriarty› "That's kind of weird to name your kid after someone that old. And dead."
00:42:16 ‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, I know. I didn't name myself though." He watches him a moment. "So do you know why you're 'Xavier'?"
00:44:14 ‹xavier moriarty› "Not really. Guess they just liked the name."
00:45:17 ‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Are parents had pretty bad taste, huh? Though... At least it wasn't like Percival or some dorky **** like that."
00:46:00 ‹xavier moriarty› "I never would have survived middle school if I had been named Percival."
00:46:59 ‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "Me neither, man, me neither."
00:47:32 ‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles, then sighs and rests his head against the tombstone behind him.
00:48:30 ‹Conall Callahan› He watches him, then sinks down onto the ground, resting against the tombstone. "Long night, huh?"
00:53:07 ‹xavier moriarty› "Mmhmm. Needs to hurry up and be over with already."
00:54:26 ‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "You actually /want/ the sun to come up?"
00:54:50 ‹xavier moriarty› He scoffs. "Not while I'm out."
00:55:24 ‹Conall Callahan› He rolls his eyes. "Well, yeah, I know that. Nobody does."
01:01:02 ‹xavier moriarty› He shoots him a look, then stretches. "Think I'll head off."
01:02:27 ‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "All right. Have fun then. I'll probably just curl up in that mausoleum over there and sleep."
01:03:40 ‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles, rising to his feet. "Sounds like a plan."
01:05:47 ‹Conall Callahan› He follows him up and stretches stiffly, rolling his shoulder. "Nothin' like a long day on cold stone to make ya feel refreshed."
01:10:47 ‹xavier moriarty› He laughs, then gives his shoulder a light swat. "You mind if I sleep in there with you?"
01:14:35 ‹Conall Callahan› He grins and shakes his head. "Nah, not one bit. Mi casa es su casa, right?"
01:18:14 ‹xavier moriarty› "Right. Thanks."
01:20:22 ‹Conall Callahan› He grins and gives him a gentle shove. "No problem, dude. C'mon." With a wave, he heads off toward the small, stone building.

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Sorry, but you do. What the hell happened?"
‹xavier moriarty› He rubs the back of his neck with a small chuckle, pacing around. "Got myself into some trouble. Then a hunter attacked me when I tried to feed. It's been a terrible night."
‹Conall Callahan› He whistles lowly, watching him. "Damn. Rough night indeed."
‹xavier moriarty› Giving him a look, he sighs, rubbing his temples. "What've you been up to?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Went to the bank, sold some stuff. Been stayin' pretty low."
‹xavier moriarty› "Maybe I should think about doing that."
‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "Yeah, probably a good idea." He laughs a little, rolling his shoulder. "Fat lotta good it did me, though, some **** shot me too."
‹xavier moriarty› He watches him with a grin, then laughs. "What'd you do?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Tried to feed, picked the wrong damn person to eat."
‹xavier moriarty› "Same predicament, huh?" He sighs. "I hate those bastards."
‹Conall Callahan› He nods, slumping against the wall before sliding down to the floor. "Same. Can't tell they're packin' until you've got a bullet in your ***."
‹xavier moriarty› Chuckling, he slowly sits next to him, drawing in a sharp breath due to his wounds. "Think I'll just stay here for the next few days."
‹Conall Callahan› He watches him, his brow furrowing when he sucks in that breath, but he doesn't mention it. "Sounds like a damn good plan to me."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yours isn't so bad, though. You can go as soon as it's healed."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "I know. What kinda back up would I be though if I just left ya here?" He grins. "Hey, maybe it'd get me a bonus, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› He rolls his eyes, then closes them, breathing heavily. "Yeah, maybe."
‹Conall Callahan› He frowns a little. "You sure you're all right?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
‹Conall Callahan› "All right, I won't." He tips his head back with a sigh. "Wish we had comfier digs."
‹xavier moriarty› "I know. I'm saving up for a place, so sometime soon we'll be able to sleep in beds."
‹Conall Callahan› He nods, then chuckles. "Maybe you should stop paying me, then."
‹xavier moriarty› "You'd be okay with that?"
‹Conall Callahan› "If it meant somewhere to live that wasn't a goddamn crypt or abandoned building, hell yeah."
‹xavier moriarty› "All right. I'll save up."
‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "Fuckin' awesome." He chuckles. "I don't need a bed, I can camp on the couch."
‹xavier moriarty› "Nah, you're gonna get a bed."
‹Conall Callahan› "Really? I don't have to, y'know, I mean, a couch is better than a car, at least."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Just shut up. You're getting one."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "All right, all right, I'll shut up. And... Thanks, for that."
‹xavier moriarty› He starts to smile, but quickly forces it to stop. "Sure thing."
‹Conall Callahan› "Guess I'll just be workin' for room and board from now on, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I'll still pay you if you'd like."
‹Conall Callahan› He rubs the back of his neck. "Would you? It... It wouldn't have to be much, not if you're lettin' me live with you too."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, i don't mind."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little, but quickly shakes it away. "Thanks. I won't be any trouble, promise."
‹xavier moriarty› "You haven't been trouble so far."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Haven't been much help, either." He sighs. "Sorry about that."
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "Wrong place, wrong time."
‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "Yeah. I'll stick closer to you from now on."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "I'd appreciate that."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles back, then laughs. "If you didn't wander off, I could keep an eye on you."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins slowly. "Sorry."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles and nudges him, gently. "It's all right. Guy's gotta eat, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. I couldn't wait for you to wake, so I just went."
‹Conall Callahan› "I got ya. Maybe you should wait though, next time."
‹xavier moriarty› "I definitely will."
‹Conall Callahan› "Good idea. More eyes to watch your back."
‹xavier moriarty› He sighs. "Can't wait to get that apartment."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Me neither." Stretching out his legs, he grins. "Invite some tender young things back to your place, eat in private."
‹xavier moriarty› He snorts a laugh. "I might have to resort to that."
‹Conall Callahan› "Oh, like it'd be so terrible." He smirks. "Might even sate some other needs while you're at it."
‹xavier moriarty› One eye pops open to look at him. "Maybe."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and sighs, closing his eyes. "Best sleep around, with your belly fulls and your balls empty."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs, his eyes closing. "Definitely."
‹Conall Callahan› "Man, I can't even remember the last time I got laid." He nudges him. "What kinda girls you like?"
‹xavier moriarty› He raises an eyebrow, then chuckles and shrugs. "I dunno. If they're attractive, then that's good enough for me."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Yeah, I get you. Same for me. Pretty's pretty, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Mmhmm." He thinks for a moment then chuckles. "Can't remember the last time I got laid, either."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "Maybe we should go out cruisin' when you get feelin' better, eh?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Works for me."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles and nudges him gently. "I'll be your wingman. Might as well, you're the boss and all."
‹xavier moriarty› He snorts a laugh. "Maybe it's not such a good idea. I doubt any of them would be willing to do anything in an abandoned asylum or crypt."
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Just bang 'em in the bar bathroom."
‹xavier moriarty› He makes a face. "Those bathrooms are disgusting."
‹Conall Callahan› "It's not so bad, if you ignore the smell."
‹xavier moriarty› "Not gonna happen."
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Suit yourself, Xavier."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. You can go ahead and use the bathroom."
‹Conall Callahan› "I will. Just don't get yourself stabbed while I'm busy."
‹xavier moriarty› He huffs. "Whatever."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Aww, c'mon, I'm just teasin'."
‹xavier moriarty› "Don't get shot again. Make sure she's not a hunter."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "Even if she is she'll be too busy to shoot me."
‹xavier moriarty› He rolls his eyes. "Sure she will."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "What, don't believe me?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Not at all."
‹Conall Callahan› "Too bad. I guess I'll just hafta prove it to you, won't I?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I'm not gonna stick around for that."
‹Conall Callahan› "Hey I didn't invite you to watch, it's not like I'm being weird."
‹xavier moriarty› He eyes him, then sighs. "Sounded like you were."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "No. That's weird."
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, you /are/ weird."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs. "How so?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I need to explain?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Probably. I'm not weird."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Yeah, sure."
‹Conall Callahan› "What? Because when you said 'hey kid wanna be a vampire' I said hell yeah instead of 'yeah sure vampires aren't real'?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Maybe."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs when he does and shakes his head. "Well, I've got my reasons. I'm sure you do too."
‹xavier moriarty› "For what? Being weird?"
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "For turning or whatever. And I'm not weird."
‹xavier moriarty› "Whatever. Stop denying it."
‹Conall Callahan› He rolls his eyes. "Sure, ok."
‹Conall Callahan› He rolls his eyes. "Sure, ok."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "You're fun to mess with."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs and gives him a gentle shove. "And you're a dick."
‹xavier moriarty› "Hey, a dick who pays you."
‹Conall Callahan› "That's true." He slumps even further with a groan, laying on the ground. "I'm beat."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles, then sighs. "I wish I could feed."
‹Conall Callahan› He looks up at him. "Hungry?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Very,"
‹Conall Callahan› He hauls himself up. "I'll go with you, watch your back, if you want."
‹xavier moriarty› He shakes his head. "No, that's okay."
‹Conall Callahan› He kneels next to him. "If you need food, you need food, Xavier. Don't be stubborn."
‹xavier moriarty› "I'm having trouble moving as it is. I don't think I'm capable of feeding."
‹Conall Callahan› He frowns. "Maybe I can bring someone to you?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Isn't that a little risky?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Better than you starving."
‹xavier moriarty› "Just forget it."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs and flops back next to him. "Well, if you get hungrier, I'm not giving you the choice."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles a little. "Thanks."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "You're welcome." Folding his arm, he tucks it under his head with a sigh. "Won't have that problem in our house. We'll have a whole fridge of blood, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› "If you're willing to get the packs from the hospital, yeah."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, I will." He grins. "I'll just charm one of the nurses into giving me some."
‹xavier moriarty› He rolls his eyes. "Leave the charming parts to me. You're about as charming as a fadebeast.."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Oh, yeah, I'm that repulsive."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "You have your moments."
‹Conall Callahan› "My moments of being charming or of being repulsive?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Being repulsive."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Gee, thanks."
‹xavier moriarty› "Just saying."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles and closes his eyes, quiet for a few minutes. "Am I really that bad sometimes?"
‹xavier moriarty› He glances at him, then at the ground. "You can be."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs. "I don't mean to be.
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "Oh well. It just happens, right?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah." He sighs and wiggles a little, getting more comfortable.
‹xavier moriarty› "Can't wait to get that place."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "Me neither. Maybe I can gigolo us up some extra cash."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "No, that's all right."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Just trying to ruin all my fun, aren't you?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, if you really wanna do that, go ahead."
‹Conall Callahan› "Maybe I will, we'll just see. Hey, it's a job, ain't it? One you don't have to pay me for."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Yeah, other people have to do that."
‹Conall Callahan› "Damn right they do. They'd get their money's worth, though."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "I'm looking forward to the day when you can actually go without talking about sex during one of our conversations."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "I dunno if that'll ever happen."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, I doubt it."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "What would you rather talk about? You don't seem like a sports guy to me."
‹xavier moriarty› "Uh, well... I dunno. Got anything you wanna talk about?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "I'd ask what you did, well, before, but... dunno. Don't wanna pry into things you might wanna keep to yourself."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, don't. It's for the best."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, that's what I figured. So we can't talk about the past... Do you ever think about the future?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Why? There's no point."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles and shrugs. "Just curious. Tryin' to talk about something other than sex."
‹xavier moriarty› "And I can tell that you're having a hard time."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs a little, burying his face in his arm. "Pssh."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Knew it."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles, glad it's hidden by his arm. "Nuh-uh. I'm doin' just fine. So... Crazy weather we're havin', right?"
‹xavier moriarty› He barks a laugh. "Uh-huh."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "It's ridiculous. So fuckin' cold. Not that I notice, but everyone's bitchin' about it."
‹xavier moriarty› He sighs. "I'm just glad I can't feel it."
‹Conall Callahan› "Me too. That's one thing I don't miss. Gettin' too hot or too cold."
‹xavier moriarty› "Then what do you miss?"
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs. "The sun. I know it sounds dumb but... Being able to go out and be in it... I dunno, maybe it's just that 'well now you can't do this' that makes me want it."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. I know what you mean."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah?" He sighs. "I guess it's not so bad, though. I mean, I'd rather live for a long damn time than have to worry about gettin' sunburn."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "I dunno how I feel about living forever."
‹Conall Callahan› "I like it. Can't get old, either."
‹xavier moriarty› "It's going to get boring, though. History's pretty dull when you live through it."
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, I guess. Can't be too bad, though."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Nothing to do but sit back and watch humanity destroy itself, huh?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Yep. Hopefully they don't do too good of a job, though, or we'll go awful hungry."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "There's always other vampires. And animals."
‹Conall Callahan› He looks up at him. "Other vampires?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, it's not exactly a good thing. They're called Necuratists and they feed on other vampires."
‹Conall Callahan› He makes a face. "They sound fuckin' awful."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "They are, actually. They're frowned upon."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "No ****. Cannibalism isn't exactly classy."
‹xavier moriarty› He stays quiet for a few moments, then laughs. "There's probably a vampire equivalent of Hannibal Lecter running around."
‹Conall Callahan› "Who?"
‹xavier moriarty› He blinks. "You don't know about Hannibal?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shakes his head. "No. Should I?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, yeah, if you wanna understand my reference."
‹Conall Callahan› "Well duh. I take it he eats people or somethin', right?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Right."
‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "Thought so." He frowns. "He... He wasn't a real dude, was he?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, no, but he was based on real people."
‹Conall Callahan› He shudders. "Jesus. The **** is wrong with people, man?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Says the guy who drinks blood."
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "True. But it ain't quite the same, y'know?"
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "Maybe not, but it's still a little wrong, even if we need it to survive."
‹Conall Callahan› He rubs the back of his neck. "I guess so. But it's not like we kill anybody in the process."
‹xavier moriarty› "No, but we could if we wanted to."
‹Conall Callahan› "True. We don't. At least... I don't."
‹xavier moriarty› "And neither do I."
‹Conall Callahan› "Well... It's not so bad then, is it? I mean, it's just like... Eatin' an apple, right? I mean, it doesn't hurt the tree when you eat it."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "I guess so."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles a little. "Yeah. We're not so bad. I've met way worse guys than you who were human."
‹xavier moriarty› "That's comforting."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Is it? Knowing there's raging assholes running around?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, and they're not me."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little. "No, they're not. You're not too bad."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles softly. "Thanks."
‹Conall Callahan› "Hey, just tellin' the truth."
‹xavier moriarty› "You're not too bad yourself."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles and hides a grin. "Oh you think so, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. I like you."
‹Conall Callahan› "Oh yeah? I like you too, you're pretty cool."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Thanks."
‹Conall Callahan› "You're welcome." Rolling onto his side, he props himself up on his elbow. "Not hurtin' too bad, are you?"
‹xavier moriarty› He sighs. "Not right now."
‹Conall Callahan› "Well that's good. You must be healing then."
‹xavier moriarty› "Hopefully.'
‹Conall Callahan› He reaches over and squeezes his forearm. "Do you need anything?"
‹xavier moriarty› He looks down at his hand, then at him and shakes his head. "I'm good for now, thanks."
‹Conall Callahan› He nods and pulls his hand away. "All right." Flopping onto his back, he closes his eyes with a sigh. "Just lemme know if you do, I'll go get it for ya."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles, carefully lying on the floor and closing his eyes. "Thanks."
‹Conall Callahan› "No problem, Xavier. After all, what's a grunt good for if not fetch quests?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles, then sighs. "This floor is the most uncomfortable thing I've ever had to sleep on."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles, then sits up to pull his shirt and jacket off before scooting closer to him. "Sit up."
‹xavier moriarty› He watches him, then blinks and gradually sits up.
‹Conall Callahan› With a slight smile, he tucks the coat and shirt underneath him. "Lemme know if that helps."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles and lies down again. "Feels better."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins, but quickly wipes it away as he lays down next to him, but not too close. "Good. It's not much, I know, but it's better than nothing."
‹xavier moriarty› He sighs. "It helps. Thank you."
‹Conall Callahan› "You're welcome. It's the least I can do."
‹xavier moriarty› "It's greatly appreciated."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little. "Well, I'm glad. Too bad I can't do more."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Not much more you can do."
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "Yeah. Outside of stealing you a bed, anyhow."
‹xavier moriarty› "Oh well. This works just fine."
‹Conall Callahan› "Good. Last thing you need is to be in more pain than you already are."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "What are you, my mom?"
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "No. Too hairy."
<xavier moriarty> He gives a short laugh, then sighs, closing his eyes. "'Night, Conall."

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Conall Callahan› He stares at Xavier, dumbfounded, for a few moment before croaking out, "Jesus H Christ."
‹xavier moriarty› Watching him, he chuckles lightly. "Yeah? What about him?"
‹Conall Callahan› He leans hard against the wall, just staring. "I'm wonderin' if you two might be related. I thought you were done for."
‹xavier moriarty› He looks at the ground for a moment before sighing and rubbing the back of his neck. The hardest thing about being in the Shadow Realm wasn't the solitude, it was not knowing if Conall was all right. He wasn't sure if they'd gone after him or not as another way to get back at him for what he did. "Related? My hair's nowhere as nice as his is." Glancing at him, he props himself up against the wall. "I died and went to the Shadow Realm. I don't suggest it."
‹Conall Callahan› He watches him anxiously as he waits for him to speak, his eyes flicking over him. The sight of Xavier's half leg and the bullet wound in his gut made his stomach twist into knots and his throat thicken as he remembered how badly he'd fucked up. He chuckles at his first comment, then frowns a little at the next, but he quickly wipes it away. "Nah, your hair's plenty nice. I think it's the fact that he came back in one piece that separates you two." He fidgets a little, part of him wanting to rush to him and tend to him, but he stifles it. The urge to rush, anyhow. Slowly, he pulls off his coat and moves over to wrap it around him. "Here."
‹xavier moriarty› When he notices his gaze, he can't help but feel guilty. Why? He wasn't entirely sure. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he never told him about what happens when they die. Really, he hadn't thought to mention it. As he feels the coat being put around him, he jerks a little, then gives a faint smile and pulls it on before buttoning it. "Thank you."
‹Conall Callahan› He can't help but grin like a dork when he thanks him, but he manages to at least tone it down to just a smile, hopefully before Xavier noticed. Last thing he needed was for Xavier to think he was an over-eager puppy. He wasn't, he just... cared. Which was odd for him, not his usual shtick, but here he was. "You're welcome. It's the least I can do after... Well, y'know."
‹xavier moriarty› He manages to catch his grin before it's gone and he has to fight to keep from grinning himself, which is easy when he hears him speak. His face falls a little and he stares at the ground. "Yeah. That was my fault. I was being careless and stupid. It won't happen again."
‹Conall Callahan› He frowns and fidgets at his actions. Christ, could he do nothing but **** up? "No, I should have helped you, protected you like I was supposed to. I'm sorry."
‹xavier moriarty› He can't help but laugh and shake his head. "I don't think there was much you could have done. There were quite a few of them and you're still new. I'm still new. We wouldn't have stood a chance."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little. "Yeah, true. So I still have a job?"
‹xavier moriarty› "If you still want it."
‹Conall Callahan› He perks up even more and nods, a little too eagerly at first. "Yeah, totally. I mean, y'know, you're the only vamp I know so I figure we should stick together, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Right. Probably a good idea."
‹Conall Callahan› He beams, relieved. "Yeah definitely." Chewing on his lip, he looks Xavier over, then looks around. "Do, do you want a chair? I mean, with your leg, y'know, might be easier for you."
‹xavier moriarty› He arches a brow, then nods slowly. "Sure. Can I ask you something, though?"
‹Conall Callahan› He swallows thickly, trying not to look awkward and embarrassed. Vampires couldn't blush, could they? He sure as hell hoped not. "Yeah, sure, why not?" he says with a small shrug, trying to look nonchalant.
‹xavier moriarty› "Why are you trying to take care of me?"
‹Conall Callahan› He scoffs and stares at the floor, scuffing his heel against the ground. "I'm not."
‹xavier moriarty› "You're not? Then what's this about giving me your coat and getting me a chair?"
‹Conall Callahan› "I... I dunno. Just tryin' to be nice I guess."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Okay. Go ahead and get the chair."
‹Conall Callahan› He nods and turns to go find a chair, a little too quick and eager for his own good. He nearly stumbles over his own feet, barely catching himself in time and fighting to keep his cool. Swallowing thickly, embarrassed, he runs a hand over his hair and gives himself a small shake, trying to make it look like it was on purpose. He rounds the corner and shuffles a few desks around before finding a chair and bringing it back to set it down next to him. "Here."
‹xavier moriarty› He watches him closely and snorts a soft laugh when he starts to stumble, then quickly composes himself. He sighs a little when he's out of sight, kneading his wounded leg gently. As he brings the chair back, he smiles and takes a seat.
‹Conall Callahan› He watches him sit with a slight smile, then leans against the wall next to him before sliding to the ground. "Does that help?"
‹xavier moriarty› He nods, his eyes closing for a few moments as he tilts his head back. "It helps a lot."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins broadly once his eyes are closed. "Good, I'm glad."
‹xavier moriarty› He cracks an eye open and glances at him, then chuckles and ruffles his hair.
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes a little when he ruffles his hair and hides a grin. Goddammit, why'd he enjoy that so much? Why'd it make him happy? He pushes the thoughts away and forces a chuckle. "What am I, a dog?"
‹xavier moriarty› Laughing, he pulls his hand away. "Well, I did just tell you to get something and you fetched it for me."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes even more. "****. That is what happened, isn't it?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs loudly and nods. "Seems like it."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, it's just me tryin' to be a good employee."
‹xavier moriarty› "And you're not getting paid for it."
‹Conall Callahan› "Ah, well. You're gonna pay me in room and board eventually, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› He nods, ruffling his hair again. "Right."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and chuckles. "Keep that up, and I'll start wonderin' if 'collar' is gonna be part of my new uniform."
‹xavier moriarty› He stares, then blinks and shakes his head. "Nah."
‹Conall Callahan› He swallows and rubs his neck when he stares. Ah, ****, what had he said? Something kinky, probably. He wasn't sure how that thought made him feel besides hot and tight in his gut. He breathes a small sigh when he shakes his head. "Ok, good. 'Cause I ain't nobody's *****."
‹xavier moriarty› Looking away, he closes his eyes again, chuckling softly. "You act like mine sometimes."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs, his face reddening. "It's only 'cause I like money."
‹xavier moriarty› "Uh-huh. I'm not paying you right now, though."
‹Conall Callahan› "I... That's true. But you will."
‹xavier moriarty› "Maybe."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs a little. "Maybe?"
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Just what I said."
‹Conall Callahan› He rolls his eyes. "Then you better start payin' in blowjobs."
‹xavier moriarty› His eyes open quickly and he turns his head to give him a pointed look. "What?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes deeply and shakes his head. "It... It was a joke."
‹xavier moriarty› "Didn't sound like it."
‹Conall Callahan› He cringes a little. "I'm, I'm sorry. I didn't make you mad, did I? It... It really was a joke." He stares at the floor and mumbles quietly to himself, "At least mostly."
‹xavier moriarty› "Not... exactly, but it was a little surprising." He watches him, his eyebrows furrowing. "What was that?"
‹Conall Callahan› He looks up at him, a little wide-eyed, and shakes his head. "N-nothin'.
‹xavier moriarty› "You can joke about me giving you a blowjob but you can't tell me what you just said?"
‹Conall Callahan› He rubs the back of his neck, staring at the floor. "I... I said... It was at least mostly a joke. And... I dunno if I was talkin' about you givin' me a blowjob." He brings his knees up to his chest and buries his face in them. "It's... It's just a damn joke. I ain't gay, ok?"
‹xavier moriarty› He scratches at the back of his head, looking away and keeping quiet for a few long, awkward moments. When he finally speaks up, the looks at him. "You still shouldn't have said it."
‹Conall Callahan› He keeps his face in his knees the whole time, not looking up and growing redder with each moment that passes. He swallows thickly. "I'm... I'm sorry. It just... Came out."
‹xavier moriarty› He looks him over a moment, then sighs. “Well, you’re not going to say anything like that again, are you?”
‹Conall Callahan› He squeaks out a quiet, “No.”
‹xavier moriarty› He can't help but chuckle when he hears him squeak. "Good."
‹Conall Callahan› Slowly, he pulls away a little and looks at him. "You ain't mad?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I was," he shrugs. "Not so much now. It's kind of funny, actually."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins slightly. "Well, at least it was funny, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. Wasn't too bad."
‹Conall Callahan› Smiling even more, he straightens, though he keeps his knees pulled up to his chest. "I'll try to keep my dumb thoughts reined in from now on. Sorry."
‹xavier moriarty› "'Dumb thoughts'? I thought it was just a joke?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blinks. "What? I said jokes."
‹xavier moriarty› He eyes him for a few moments, then closes his eyes. "Sure."
‹Conall Callahan› He reburies his face in his knees when he eyes him, trying to avoid his gaze. He chuckles softly, embarrassed. "Maybe I just won't talk from now on."
‹xavier moriarty› "Then I'd have no one to talk to."
‹Conall Callahan› "True. But if I keep sayin' stupid ****..."
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "It happens."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs a little and lays on the floor, folding his arms up under his head and looking up at Xavier as he does so. "How come you're so understanding? If I were you I probably woulda knocked my teeth in."
‹xavier moriarty› "I guess it's a good thing you're not, huh?"
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Yeah. For you and me both. I kinda like my teeth where they are."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles softly. "Maybe you should buy a sleeping bag. The floor isn't that great by itself."
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs, smiling a little. "It's not so bad, especially when you get used to it."
‹xavier moriarty› "You shouldn't have to be used to it."
‹Conall Callahan› "It's all right. Not for too much longer, right? I mean, we're gonna get that place eventually."
‹xavier moriarty› "Eventually being the key word."
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "True. But I'll be all right til then."
‹xavier moriarty› "You sure?"
‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "Yeah. I've slept worse places." He chuckles. "At least I can stretch out here, not like my car."
‹xavier moriarty› "You'd rather sleep on the floor than in a car?"
‹Conall Callahan› "When it's a small fuckin' car, yeah."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "What kinda car?"
‹Conall Callahan› He flushes a little and buries his face in his arms. "A little one."
‹xavier moriarty› "That tells me a lot."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs. "A Beetle, ok?"
‹xavier moriarty› He stares at him for a few long moments, then laughs. "Really?"
‹Conall Callahan› He groans when he hears him laugh. "Yes. It was cheap, all right?"
‹xavier moriarty› "All right, all right."
‹Conall Callahan› "It was a piece of ****, too, I never shoulda bought the damn thing."
‹xavier moriarty› "What was wrong with it?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Dunno. Damn engine practically blew up on me a few miles out. I had to walk here, in the damn cold, and never had a chance to go get it taken care of."
‹xavier moriarty› "Did... did you live here before...?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shakes his head. "Nah. I was just drifin', drivin' around."
‹xavier moriarty› "Guess that doesn't make it any better."
‹Conall Callahan› "Nope. Ah, well, I kinda got more of a life here and now than I did then."
‹xavier moriarty› He raises an eyebrow. "Really?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah." He flushes. "Why?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I just... I'm surprised."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs. "Don't be. I'm pretty much a piece of ****. Always have been."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "You don't need to tell me your life story."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs softly. "Ah, well, I wasn't planning on it." He tucks his face in the crook of his arm. "Sorry. I don't mean to over share."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles, then sighs. "I'm sure I'd like to hear it someday, though."
‹Conall Callahan› He turns and peeks out at him. "Really?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Don't get too excited."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "I ain't gettin' excited."
‹xavier moriarty› "Seemed like it."
‹Conall Callahan› He rolls his eyes and tucks his face away again. "Yeah, whatever."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "You get more irritated than I do."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Nuh-uh."
‹xavier moriarty› "Uh-huh."
‹Conall Callahan› He looks at him with a grin. "Whatever, man. Between the two of us, I'm pretty sure you're the grumpy old man."
‹xavier moriarty› He shoots him a look, accompanied by a small huff. "I'm not."
‹Conall Callahan› He hides his grin in the crook of his arm. "All right, fine. How old are you, though?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I'm only thirty-five. You're what, fifty?"
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts. "Do I look fifty to you?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Kind of."
‹Conall Callahan› "Oh, wow, thanks."
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "What else am I supposed to tell you? A lie?"
‹Conall Callahan› "No but... Damn, I think vampires, y'know, stayed young and hot forever. Not aged."
‹xavier moriarty› "It's not like I turned you five years ago. Calm down. I don't think we age."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs and rolls onto his back, putting an arm over his eyes. "Sorry."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "A little narcissistic, huh?"
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs. "No, not at all."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. Sure."
‹Conall Callahan› "I'm not."
‹xavier moriarty› "I'll take your word for it."
‹Conall Callahan› "Good. 'cause I ain't."
‹xavier moriarty› He nods slowly. "Okay."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs heavily. "Sorry, I don't mean to be snappish I just... It ain't what it seems, all right?"
‹xavier moriarty› "What?"
‹Conall Callahan› He rolls onto his side, facing away from him. "Nothin'."
‹xavier moriarty› "Oh, christ. Just tell me."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs. "No."
‹xavier moriarty› "Do it."
‹Conall Callahan› He swallows. "I don't... I'm scared of gettin' old, ok?"
‹xavier moriarty› He snorts a laugh. "I don't think you have to worry about that now."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, I know but... I didn't think I'd looked that old before I turned and when you said that I got... Worried." He wraps his arms tight around himself. "I'm just fuckin' stupid."
‹xavier moriarty› He glances at him and shakes his head. "You're not stupid." Staying quiet for a few minutes, he shifts a little, trying to get comfortable. "Can I ask you for a favor?"
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs a little at first, then glances at him over his shoulder. "A favor? Um, sure."
‹xavier moriarty› He gives him a look when he hears him sigh, then fidgets a little, unsure of himself. "I, I haven't been a vampire for too long, but I'm already starting to forget what I look like," he sighs. "I can't look at myself in a mirror because all I see is a rotting, disgusting corpse. Will... will you describe me?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes deeply, then nods slowly, rolling over to look at him. "Yeah, sure. Umm... Well, you got dark hair, and blue eyes." He blushes even more. "Bright blue, intense. Straight nose, face is a little round but it ain't fat, and it ain't, I dunno, girly or nothin'." He rubs the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward. "You're a good lookin' guy, Xavier. Not... Not that I think you're hot or nothin'. Damn, can't a man compliment another man without it bein' gay?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chews on his lip and closes his eyes as he listens to him, chuckling on occasion. When he pauses, he looks at him, smiling softly, then laughs and shrugs. "Hey, I like knowing when someone thinks I'm attractive. Doesn't matter who it is."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little and rests his cheek on his arm. "Yeah?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. It's nice."
‹Conall Callahan› "Well, there you go. You're a handsome ********." He fidgets, then buries his face in his arms. "Would, would you do me?"
‹xavier moriarty› His eyes widen a little. "Do what?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blinks, then stares at him in horror. "Oh, oh God, I didn't mean that I meant would you describe me."
‹xavier moriarty› He swallows and manages a small chuckle. "Oh. Why? You should be able to see yourself."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "No, can't. There's just... Nothin'."
‹xavier moriarty› "Oh. I, I thought it was the same for all of us."
‹Conall Callahan› He shakes his head. "No, guess not."
‹xavier moriarty› "I'd rather see nothing than a dead body, so I'm jealous."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Yeah, I bet. Must be gross. And difficult for you."
‹xavier moriarty› He nods slowly, then looks him over. "You've got nice, light blue eyes. Brownish hair, I guess. Kind of a round face, but it's kinda square, too. Broad shoulders..." Pausing, he chuckles. "I'll stop."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles as he listens to him, then blushes a little and buries his face in his arms. He's quiet a moment, then swallows thickly. "You... You don't gotta, if you don't wanna."
‹xavier moriarty› "Okay. You, you've a strong chest, and a nice posture." He chuckles. "Not right now, of course, but when you're standing and walking. I'm sure it's nicer than mine."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes even more and grins. "I got nice posture, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "That's all you took away from that?"
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "No. I just... Thought it was an interesting thing to point out." He looks at him. "Interesting too that you talked about stuff I can actually see."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, what of it? I got carried away."
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Nothin'. Just interesting, like I said."
‹xavier moriarty› "All right. Got anything else for me?"
‹Conall Callahan› "You mean description-wise?" He chews his lip, looking him over. "You're kinda average, but it's good. Not super scrawny, but not fat either, enough muscle to give ya definition without bein' ridiculous." He pauses, then tucks his face back into his arms. "Too much, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› He snorts a laugh. "Maybe."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Well, ya don't gotta laugh at me."
‹xavier moriarty› "Sorry. Couldn't help it."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs a little. "I know. I just... Feel dumb."
‹xavier moriarty› "Oh well."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, oh well for you. You don't feel like a jackass."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs loudly. "Stop making yourself look like a jackass."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs and covers his head with his arms.
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Like you're doing now."
‹Conall Callahan› "I am not makin' myself look like a jackass."
‹xavier moriarty› "You are."
‹Conall Callahan› "How so?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Stop being so embarrassed."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs. "Yeah, well, you try sayin' **** that sounds like you're hittin' on a guy."
‹xavier moriarty› "I did."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes. "I.. I know." He huffs and draws himself in closer. "Maybe I shoulda just kept my fool mouth shut."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "How come you're so flustered?"
‹Conall Callahan› "I ain't flustered."
‹xavier moriarty› "You are."
‹Conall Callahan› "I ain't. Christ, you act like I thought you were hot or somethin'."
‹xavier moriarty› He stifles a laugh and sighs. "Okay, I'll stop."
‹Conall Callahan› "Thanks."
‹xavier moriarty› He gives a curt nod, then sighs. "As nice as being a vampire can be, it has a lot of downsides."
‹Conall Callahan› He comes out from under his arms to look at him. "What're you thinkin' over there?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I dunno. How much it sucks, I guess."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs a little. "I got that. Anythin' in particular? Or just, y'know, no reflections, no sun, gotta eat blood?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Can't go in some places unless you're invited, how careful we have to be about feeding... stuff like that."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah." He props his chin up on his arms. "It's not all terrible, though. And when we get that apartment, we won't have to worry about some of it."
‹xavier moriarty› "Maybe." He tilts his head as he looks at him. "Why do you wanna live with me, anyway? Why do you wanna be around me? You're more than welcome to leave and go do your own thing."
‹Conall Callahan› He tucks his face in his arms. "I don't... I dunno. I just... Like you."
‹xavier moriarty› He frowns a little. "All right."
‹Conall Callahan› He glances at him and frowns when he notices his. "Is that... Bad? Do you want me to leave you alone?"
‹xavier moriarty› "No! No, of course not. Stick around for as long as you like."
‹Conall Callahan› He perks up a little. "You mean it?"
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "Yeah. I'd get lonely otherwise."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and scoots a little closer to him. "You and me both."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and ruffles his hair. "I need someone to take care of me when I get hurt anyway."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles and unthinkingly leans into his touch, then blushes. "Yeah. And I gotta look out for ya, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Right."
‹Conall Callahan› Wiggling a little closer, he practically curls up around his feet. "I'll do my best. Don't you worry about that."
‹xavier moriarty› He watches him with a grin, then closes his eyes with a quiet sigh. "Thank you."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles happily and wiggles a little, trying to get a little more comfortable. "You're welcome. Least I can do, right?"

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‹Conall Callahan› He grins and jogs up to Xavier, wiping blood off his face as he goes. "Hey, Xavier, I didn't expect to see you out here."
‹xavier moriarty› He watches him with a small chuckle. "Just thought I'd check it out."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "It's nice out here. You almost never see anyone, it's quiet, it's open, away from the city." He flops on the ground with a sigh. "It's nice."
‹xavier moriarty› Smiling, he sits next to him. He stays quiet for a few moments, chewing on his lip, then speaks up. "Did you get that gift I sent?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes deeply. "Y-yeah."
‹xavier moriarty› "I just, just wanted to send it as a thanks for taking care of me when I needed it."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little, still a little flushed. "Well... Thanks." He chuckles. "I was... Surprised, but it's nice. Thank you."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and nods. "What'd you end up doing with it?"
‹Conall Callahan› He rubs the back of his neck. "I, uh, I sold it."
‹xavier moriarty› He stares at him, trying to stay composed. "You what?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes, looking away. "S-sold it."
‹xavier moriarty› "Why?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs, staring at the ground and not looking at him. "I just... Felt weird."
‹xavier moriarty› "It's not like I did it to show affection. I just wanted to thank you somehow. Remind me to never give you anything again."
‹Conall Callahan› He cringes. "I'm, I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't really toss it."
‹xavier moriarty› He huffs. "I'm supposed to believe that?"
‹Conall Callahan› "I didn't!" He fidgets, blushing deeply, then reaches into an inner pocket and pulls the rose out, holding it gently. "I didn't, see?"
‹xavier moriarty› He watches him closely, then softens a bit when he sees the rose. "Then why did you say you did?"
‹Conall Callahan› He stares at the ground. "I dunno. 'Cause I felt dumb keepin' it. I dunno, I'm just stupid."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "You're not stupid."
‹Conall Callahan› He swallows. "I'm not?"
‹xavier moriarty› "No. Not at all."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles softly, stroking a thumb over the petals. "I... I do like it. Thank you."
‹xavier moriarty› Watching him, he nods, grinning. "You're welcome."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes slightly, then clears his throat before tucking the rose carefully back into his coat pocket. "Makes me wanna get you something in return."
‹xavier moriarty› "Oh? Like what?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Dunno. I'd hafta look, find ya somethin' nice."
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, I'm not gonna argue with that."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and unconsciously leans toward him a little. "I've been doin' some side stuff, makin' a little money here and there. I'll find ya somethin' good."
‹xavier moriarty› He swallows a bit and subtly leans back. "Side stuff, huh? Like what, working a corner?"
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts and rolls his eyes, leaning back away from him. "God, no. Please. I'm too good-lookin' to be a corner guy."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Stripper? Escort?"
‹Conall Callahan› "I would if I could, believe me." He shakes his head. "Nah, been, uh, rehomin' goods. Stuff like that."
‹xavier moriarty› "...Rehoming goods?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Y'know, Robin Hood stuff."
‹xavier moriarty› "So you've been stealing ****. Eh. So have I. I'm just more honest about it."
‹Conall Callahan› "Well, yeah." He chuckles a little. "I dunno, I just... Feel like a dick about it, I guess. Worst **** I ever did was buy booze for kids who weren't old enough to get it themselves."
‹xavier moriarty› He snorts a laugh. "It doesn't do well to have a conscience."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs, lounging back on his elbows. "Yeah, so I've noticed."
‹xavier moriarty› "Have you noticed that I don't have much of one?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Not you. Other people, though, yeah. They do the same **** we do."
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "Gotta do what you can to make it."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, that's true. And it's not exactly like I can apply at Applebee's or somethin'." He sighs, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. "I see your leg's back, by the way."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Oh, yeah. I missed it."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Bet if you were more flexible you woulda gave it a kiss to welcome it back, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Would've made out with it.'
‹Conall Callahan› "Oh, man, I would've liked to have seen that. Sounds hilarious."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "I bet."
‹Conall Callahan› "Oh yeah. Too bad, huh."
‹xavier moriarty› He sighs, closing his eyes. "Uh-huh."
‹Conall Callahan› He cracks an eye and looks at him, then blushes and closes it quickly. "Speakin' of makin' out, I wouldn't mind if we could score some hot babes to do that with."
‹xavier moriarty› "Uh, you go ahead. I doubt they'd want anything to do with me after they see all these damn scars."
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts. "Whatever, man, chicks dig scars."
‹xavier moriarty› "Maybe one or two, but more than that? Nah."
‹Conall Callahan› "Pffft, whatever. Scars are hot."
‹xavier moriarty› "So are you calling my scars hot?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes deeply. "What? N-no. I mean, to a chick, yeah."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "I'm just kidding."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles shakily. "Yeah, I, I knew that."
‹xavier moriarty› "Sure you did."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs. "I did." Fidgeting, he rubs the back of his neck, scraping his nails over it. "And, uh, if I did they were hot, what'd that make you think?"
‹xavier moriarty› He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at him. "I'd think you were joking."
‹Conall Callahan› He's quiet for a few moments, staring at the ground. "What... What if I told you I wasn't joking?"
‹xavier moriarty› His eyes narrow slightly. "Don't."
‹Conall Callahan› He glances at him, then forces a grin and nudges him with a laugh. "Ha, I fuckin' had you fooled there, didn't I?"
‹xavier moriarty› He lightens up a bit and smiles. "Yeah, you did. ***."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles, laying back all the way and folding his hands behind his head. "You shoulda seen the look on your face, man."
‹xavier moriarty› He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, whatever."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs a little, then sighs, one hand resting on the lump in his coat where the rose is. "I won't do it again, though, I can promise you that."
‹xavier moriarty› "Good. I don't think I could handle that a second time."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah. You looked like you were about to punch me one."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "I probably would have, too."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "That's the last thing I fuckin' need. A goddamn shiner."
‹xavier moriarty› "Aw, it;d heal quick."
‹Conall Callahan› "True. But it'd hurt like hell til it did."

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‹xavier moriarty› Xavier yawns and stretches as he approaches Conall, grinning a bit when he gets close. "You noticed how easy it is to bribe those guards and get away?"
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs a little, grinning back. "I wouldn't call it easy. Assholes seem to attack me every time they see me."
‹xavier moriarty› "Really? All you have to do is talk to them."
‹Conall Callahan› "I do. Apparently I'm just not that charming." He snorts a laugh. "Except occasionally."
‹xavier moriarty› He can't help but grin. "Well, you're charming for a Killer, anyway."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes a little and hides a grin. "Oh yeah?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Oh yeah."
‹Conall Callahan› "Well, I try anyhow." He leans back against the wall with a grin. "I bet you smooth talk your way out every time you get caught, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I try. I'm guessing it doesn't work for you."
‹Conall Callahan› He shakes his head. "Nah, not usually."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "You should practice that."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Hard to when they pull a gun on ya every time."
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs, chuckling. "True. "
‹Conall Callahan› He grins, watching him. "So'd ya just come to rub your charm in my face or what?"
‹xavier moriarty› He thinks for a moment, then nods. "Yeah."
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "Gee, thanks, Xavier."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "You're welcome."
‹Conall Callahan› Grinning, he gives him a shove. "Dick."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles, stumbling back a bit. "Yeah, I know."
‹Conall Callahan› "Well at least you're modest."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs and nods. "And honest."
‹Conall Callahan› "That too." His grin fades a little and he watches his foot kick the floor, then he forces it back. "Ain't nothin' wrong with honesty, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› He gives him a look and shrugs. "Right."
‹Conall Callahan› He inadvertently winces a little at his look, but he shakes it off, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle. "Sorry, I'm just a little out of it. 'M antsy."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Well, what for?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Dunno. I think breakin' in places has me on edge, got me lookin' over my shoulder everywhere I go now." He pulls a hand down his face and chuckles. "I think maybe I should take a break for a day or two."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, maybe. Apparently you're not so great at it."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah." He slides to the floor and tips his head back against the wall. "Can't seem to do nothin' right."
‹xavier moriarty› He frowns a bit, going to sit next to him and staying quiet.
‹Conall Callahan› He watches him and frowns. "Sorry, I don't... I don't mean to be like that."
‹xavier moriarty› "It's all right. What's wrong?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shakes his head. "I just... Feel dumb as ****."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "You're not."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little. "You seem sure."
‹xavier moriarty› "I am."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "You don't know me very well, then."
‹xavier moriarty› "I think I know you well enough."
‹Conall Callahan› He rubs the back of his neck, smiling softly as he glances his way. "Well, you should know I'm a high quality **** up, then."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Knock it off."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "All right, all right, if you say so."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles and nudges him. "You're not a **** up."
‹Conall Callahan› "Do you really think that? Or do you just not want me mopin' around?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "I do. And I also don't want you moping around."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins a little. "Well, thanks. I appreciate it."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "Yeah, you're welcome."
‹Conall Callahan› He draws one knee up and rests his arm on it, then his chin on his arm. "I'll do better. Or, try anyhow."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and rests his head on his shoulder. "That's good."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes slightly and smiles softly. "Comfy there?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Mmhmm. It's nice."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles even more. "Well, stay as long as ya like then, I don't mind."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Better not."
‹Conall Callahan› "What? 'Cause you're my boss, gotta let you do whatever ya want?" he says, though it's with a grin.
‹xavier moriarty› "Exactly."
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. You're just lucky I like ya."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "No, /you're/ lucky. I could have been an asshole sire and I'm not."
‹Conall Callahan› "That's true." He starts to nuzzle him, then catches himself and puts his chin back on his arm quickly. "I'm glad you're not."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, I am, too."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "If you were, we'd both be alone out here."
‹xavier moriarty› "True. I'm glad we're on good terms."
‹Conall Callahan› "Me too. I'd hate to be alone. Even more than I have been."
‹xavier moriarty› He sighs. "We've got each other. That's good enough for me."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles softly. "Me too."
‹xavier moriarty› He closes his eyes, smiling softly.
‹Conall Callahan› He watches him, smiling even more once his eyes close. "Tired?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Stealing things is hard work."
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "Yeah, it is. Exhausting." He chews his lip, watching him. "Do ya... Do ya wanna sleep on my coat again?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "I'm fine where I am, if that's okay with you."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes a little, but nods. "Yeah, that's fine. I don't mind one bit."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles and nuzzles his shoulder. "Good."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes even more and grins like a dork, fighting the urge to wrap his arm around him. "Good thing you don't snore."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "I don't?"
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Nope. At least not loud enough to wake me up.
‹xavier moriarty› "Good. I know snoring's annoying."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Yeah. I had a roommate in college who snored loudly. Couldn't hardly sleep."
‹xavier moriarty› "You went to college?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah. What? I don't seem like the college type?"
‹xavier moriarty› "I didn't mean it like that. What did you go for?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Just general education or whatever." He chuckles. "What I really went for was baseball."
‹xavier moriarty› He rolls his eyes. "So you're one of those."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Yeah, one of those."
‹xavier moriarty› "How'd that end?"
‹Conall Callahan› "With a blown out shoulder and a drinking problem."
‹xavier moriarty› "Oh boy. At least now you won't have a drinking problem."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Yeah, definitely." He rubs the back of his neck. "Rehab was a good thing."
‹xavier moriarty› He blinks. "It was that bad?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes. "Yeah. I've been sober a long time though." He laughs. "Sober forever, now."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "That's one good thing, huh?"
‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "Yep. I guess vampirism's a good cure for alcoholism."
‹xavier moriarty› "Sorry you had to go through that, though."
‹Conall Callahan› "It's all right, it was my fault."
‹xavier moriarty› He sighs. "Still, that's terrible."
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Yeah, but it's all right now, so it ain't too bad."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Good."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little. "You do care, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, yeah. Of course I do."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes a little. "Well, thanks. That's nice to hear."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles, lifting his head to look at him. "You're welcome."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles back, then looks away quickly. "It's real nice to have someone who actually does care."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Yeah, it is."
‹Conall Callahan› "I kinda find it hard to believe you didn't have anyone who cared about you before, though."
‹xavier moriarty› "Oh yeah? How come?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "You just... Seem like the kinda guy girls fawn over. You'd have your pick of ladies to be with."
‹xavier moriarty› He snorts a laugh. "Oh. I see."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles shakily. "Yeah. You... You think I'm dumb, don't you? For thinkin' that."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "No, not really. Jesus, how old are you? You act like a teenager."
‹Conall Callahan› He huffs. "Thirty-five, thank ya very much. And I do not act like a teenager."
‹xavier moriarty› He gives him a look and chuckles. "Whatever you say."
‹Conall Callahan› "I don't!"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, yeah. You don't."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles and nudges him gently, then leans against him a little with a sigh. "Sorry, I'm a dick."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "It's okay. I am, too."
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "Nah. Not that bad.
‹xavier moriarty› "Uh-huh. Sure."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and nudges him. "Hush. You're not."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "Okay, okay. Wanna go feed with me?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, sure, why not?"
‹xavier moriarty› Standing, he holds out his hand. "Okay, c'mon then."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and takes his hand to stand, swallowing thickly at the contact but shaking it off. "Lead the way."

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‹Conall Callahan› He looks up when he hears footsteps, then blushes deeply when he sees who it is. "Oh, hey. How, uh, how's it goin'?"
‹xavier moriarty› He grins as he gets closer and eventually stops in front of him. "Hey. Like your present?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes even more and squeaks, "Yeah."
‹xavier moriarty› "Are you sure?"
‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "I mean, for... For what it is, yeah. I never expected to get that from, from you."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs and shrugs. "I just saw it and thought you'd like it."
‹Conall Callahan› He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and grins. "Well, thanks."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "I'm glad you like it."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah. I mean, I thought it was kinda dumb at first but..." He smiles softly. "It's cute."
‹xavier moriarty› He blushes slightly, grinning still. "I knew it was dumb, but I couldn't help it."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs a little. "Was it because it screamed 'Irish'?"
‹xavier moriarty› He nods. "That's exactly it."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles, grinning. "Well at least it's nice to know someone thinks about me."
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "I think about you a lot."
‹Conall Callahan› He stares at him a moment, then swallows and looks away quickly. "You do?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. Hard not to, honestly."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Because I'm always gettin' into some sorta mess?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "No. You're not a trouble maker."
‹Conall Callahan› "I feel like it sometimes." He lifts his shirt a little, exposing a half-healed bullet wound in his gut. "See?"
‹xavier moriarty› He looks at it and winces. "What'd you do?
‹Conall Callahan› He rolls his eyes. "Goddamn pig saw me and shot me. Fuckin' police brutality, I tell ya."
‹xavier moriarty› He snorts a laugh. "Gotta be quicker."
‹Conall Callahan› "Or slier." He groans, shrugging off his coat. "Damn thing hurts like hell, you mind if I ditch my shirt?"
‹xavier moriarty› He shakes his head. "Not at all. Want me to grab a chair for you?"
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles, pulling off his shirt. "Yeah, if you don't mind. Sittin' on the floor's not fun."
‹xavier moriarty› He nods and goes to fetch a chair, then comes back a few moments later. "Here you go."
‹Conall Callahan› He sinks down on it with a groan, one hand resting over his wound. "Thanks, I appreciate it."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles, sitting on the floor across from him. "You're welcome."
‹Conall Callahan› He watches him, then chuckles. "Shoulda grabbed yourself a chair."
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "I'm okay right here."
‹Conall Callahan› "You sure?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Positive."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs a little, leaning back against the chair. "All right, so long as you're sure."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "I am."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles back, resting his elbow on the back of the chair and propping his chin up on his palm. "I still need to get somethin' nice for you."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins, shaking his head. "You don't need to do that."
‹Conall Callahan› "You sure?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. I don't want anything."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little. "All right then, I won't get you anything."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "You better not."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Oh, I'll be in trouble if I do, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "And what'll happen if I get in trouble?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs and shrugs. "I dunno."
‹Conall Callahan› "You'll just be mad, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. Can't exactly punish you."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Yeah, well, I don't want you mad at me, so I won't anyhow."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "Thanks."
‹Conall Callahan› He can't help but smile back. "You're welcome. Hey what are friends for, if not bein' there for each other and at least tryin' not to piss each other off?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Sometimes pissing people off can be fun, though."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "True. But not if they're the folks you care about, and it's gonna genuinely piss 'em off."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "You care about me, huh?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes. "Well, yeah, of course. I mean, you've got my back all the time, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› He nods. "Of course."
‹Conall Callahan› "Then I kinda gotta care about you." He smiles. "Plus you're the only friend I've got, friends are sorta required to care about each other."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "They are."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "So was it really a question of whether or not I cared?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "I guess not."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles, watching him a moment before looking away quickly. "Y'know, you're nice to talk to."
‹xavier moriarty› He watches him with a soft smile. "Yeah, you too."
‹Conall Callahan› "You really think so?"
‹xavier moriarty› He nods. "Yeah. I could talk to you all day.
‹xavier moriarty› "
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes a little. "Aww, I ain't that interesting."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Hush."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles. "Oh what, huh? Gonna beat me up?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Gonna hit you really hard."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs, then wheezes in pain, holding his gut. "Maybe, maybe not the best idea, then."
‹xavier moriarty› He winces a bit as he watches him. "Okay, guess making you laugh is a bad idea."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins, though it's half a grimace. "Yeah, I, I'd say so."
‹xavier moriarty› "Sorry. I know it hurts."
‹Conall Callahan› He waves a hand. "S'not so bad, really."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Sure about that?"
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a rough laugh. "What, just, just because I look like I'm in pain you think I am?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, er, yeah."
‹Conall Callahan› "Psssh, whatever, I'm tough. I can handle it."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Whatever you say."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles, grinning. "I'm just glad we heal fast." He pulls his hand away from his stomach with a slight wince, rubbing his palm on his jeans. "Tell ya what I'd /love/ though. A goddamn shower."
‹xavier moriarty› "Me too. Think we could stay in a motel or something?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Dunno, maybe. Worth lookin' into when I heal up, I say."
‹xavier moriarty› "I'll look into it now. You shouldn't have to be in an uncomfortable place like this."
‹Conall Callahan› He snorts a laugh. "You weren't sayin' that when you were missin' a goddamn leg."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs and shrugs. "I didn't think about it."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles, then rubs the back of his neck with a sigh. "If I were a better friend, I woulda thought of it for ya."
‹xavier moriarty› He shakes his head. "Don't worry about it."
‹Conall Callahan› "I still feel kinda like a dick, though."
‹xavier moriarty› He rolls his eyes. "Don't."
‹Conall Callahan› "All right, I, I'll try not to."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles at him, then looks away, putting his back to the wall.
‹Conall Callahan› He watches him with a soft smile, then chews on his lip. "Do, do ya want my jacket? It'll offer ya somepadding anyhow."
‹xavier moriarty› He looks at him and blinks, then chuckles. "Yeah, sure."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles even more and tosses it to him.
‹xavier moriarty› He catches it with a chuckle, then puts it under him. "Thanks."
‹Conall Callahan› "Any time. I know that floor ain't comfortable one bit."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Because you slept on it whenever I was hurt."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Yep. I didn't mind, though."
‹xavier moriarty› "You didn't?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shakes his head. "Nah, not really." He smiles, the blushes and looks away. "I wasn't alone, so it wasn't so bad."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "Yeah, I'd rather sleep on a hard floor than be alone, too."
‹Conall Callahan› "I won't let ya sleep alone on the floor either, don't worry."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Gonna come down here and sleep with me then?"
‹Conall Callahan› He nods. "Mmhmm. When you get sleepy just say the word."
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, I'm getting there now."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Oh yeah? Wanna go ahead and get comfy then?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, that'd be nice."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles and tosses down his shirt, then lays on it on his side. "You don't mind if I sleep like this, do ya? Air feels nice."
‹xavier moriarty› He shakes his head, chuckling as he lies down. "No, not at all."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs, tucking his arm under his head as he watches him. "You can scoot a little closer, I don't mind."
‹xavier moriarty› He blinks and opens his mouth to say something, but stops and moves closer.
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little and closes his eyes. "Can't wait to have a bed."
‹xavier moriarty› "I know. I can't wait."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs, then yawns. "Soon, right?"

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Conall Callahan› Conall groans lowly and sits up, stretching and rubbing the back of his neck. "Damn sofa," he grumbles before looking around, blinking a little sleepily before calling out, "Xavier you here?"
‹xavier moriarty› He looks over at him and chuckles, kicking off his shoes. "Am now."
‹Conall Callahan› He starts a little, then chuckles. "Christ, man, I didn't hear you come in. Fuckin' ninja."
‹xavier moriarty› "Or you're just terrible at being a vampire."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs and shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "That too."
‹xavier moriarty› "How long have you been asleep?"
‹Conall Callahan› He stretches. "Mmm, dunno. How long have you been gone? I laid down when you left."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "I dunno. Haven't been keeping track."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles, rubbing one eye sleepily. "Good job." He groans and stands, stretching backwards a little as he does so. "Did you go feed then?"
‹xavier moriarty› He watches him and nods, closing the door. "Yeah. I was starving."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles, scratching his chest . "I bet. Tough day yesterday."
‹xavier moriarty› He nods, going to sit on the couch. "Bastards kept shooting me."
‹Conall Callahan› He flops back down next to him, leaning against the arm. "That sucks. Sorry about that."
‹xavier moriarty› "It's all right. All healed now anyway."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little. "That's good." He chuckles. "At least you didn't lose a leg again."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Yeah, thankfully."
‹Conall Callahan› "That looked like it hurt like hell." He props his head up on his hand and watches him. "So, uh, did you get anythin' recently?"
‹xavier moriarty› He blinks, then chuckles and nods. "Oh, yeah. I did. Thanks."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "You're welcome. You like it?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, smells great."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Yeah, it does. Works good on you."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "Thanks."
‹Conall Callahan› "You're welcome." He chuckles. "I'm just glad I picked the right one."
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, it takes a lot to offend my senses."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Oh yeah? Must be why you got the patience to put up with me."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Maybe so."
‹Conall Callahan› "Probably." He chuckles, then groans as he scratches at his neck. "****, I should shower. Man, it's nice to say that and be able to do that."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Yeah. Thanks for helping me get the place, by the way. You can go ahead and take a shower first."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles. "No problem, it's the least I can do, right? And thanks, I will in a minute." He chuckles. "Just wish it had a second bedroom."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Sorry. Maybe we can get another bed."
‹Conall Callahan› "Or maybe a pull-out couch." He stands and stretches, his body creaking and crunching as he does so. "I'll be back in a bit, all right?"
‹xavier moriarty› He nods. "Sure, take your time."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles and pats his shoulder. "Thanks man." Rubbing his neck, he heads back to take a shower, sighing a little as he gets into the hot water.
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles and watches him go, then sighs and turns on the TV while he waits.
‹Conall Callahan› He takes his time, scrubbing himself a few times over with a sigh, and when he's done he doesn't bother with much more than a pair of shorts before going back out and flopping on the couch. "Damn, that was nice."
‹xavier moriarty› He looks at him when he comes back out and chuckles. "My turn, huh?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah. Comes highly recommended, especially after how long in the sewers and ****? Too damn long."
‹xavier moriarty› He nods and hands him the remote, then heads for the bathroom. He takes just as long as Conall, standing under the water for a bit and enjoying it before finally starting to wash up. As soon as he's done, he puts on some fresh clothes and makes his way out. "Even better than you said."
‹Conall Callahan› He flicks through the channels, not really watching anything. When he comes back, he looks up and grins. "Yeah?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles, flopping down next to him. "Yep."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles. "Awesome. Soap smells real damn nice."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Yeah, it does."
‹Conall Callahan› "You buy it?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah. Gonna have to buy another if you like it so much."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes. "I, it just smells nice."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "It does."
‹Conall Callahan› "So, yeah, maybe keep buying it. It is nice. If you want, you don't hafta do anythin' for me. You've already done plenty."
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "I want to."
‹Conall Callahan› "Then go for it." He chuckles. "I won't complain."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Hope not."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "Might throw me out if I do, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Nah. Nothing that extreme."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles. "All right, cool." He chuckles. "Maybe I will complain a little then."
‹xavier moriarty› "Oh yeah? About what?"
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs, lounging against the arm of the sofa. "Dunno yet. I'll find somethin' though, just you wait and see."
‹xavier moriarty› "Oh, I'm sure you will."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins. "Hey, I can ***** about they're only bein' one bed. What am I supposed to do, share it with you?"
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "If you want."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes deeply, then clears his throat and laughs, giving him a shove. "Yeah, right, wouldn't that be weird? Two dudes sleepin' together?" He blushes even more. "I mean, just sleepin', of course, I didn't mean it, y'know, theother way."
‹xavier moriarty› He snorts a laugh. "It's not like we're gonna cuddle the whole time."
‹Conall Callahan› "Well, no, of course not, I know that."
‹xavier moriarty› "So there's nothing wrong with it."
‹Conall Callahan› He rubs the back of his neck, shooting glances his way before staring at the floor. "Yeah, cool, I'll do that then. It's an all right sized bed, plenty of room for the both of us."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "Yeah, it'll work."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah." He chuckles. "Just don't hog the blankets like you've hogged my coat."
‹xavier moriarty› "Hey, you offer your coat. It's not like I just take it."
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, I offer it to share."
‹xavier moriarty› He hides a grin and shrugs. "Oh well."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs and gives him a playful shove. "Dick."
‹xavier moriarty› "Shut up."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs and leans closer to him. "Or what, huh?"
‹xavier moriarty› He eyes him, then leans in to kiss him quickly.
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes deeply and pulls back in surprise, staring at him. "What... What'd you do that for?"
‹xavier moriarty› He swallows hard and blushes, scooting away from him. "Sh-****, I'm sorry."
‹Conall Callahan› He blinks, then scoots closer to him. "N-no! It's... It's ok. I just... Wasn't expecting that after... Well, after that one talk we had."
‹xavier moriarty› He looks down at his hands as he plays with his fingers. "I, I know."
‹Conall Callahan› "So... I wasn't bein' dumb, thinkin' you might like me after you sent me that stuff?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, no, I just, just didn't want to admit it."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes and chuckles. "Yeah, I, I know how that is. It's... Weird, likin' a guy. Ain't never happened to me before."
‹xavier moriarty› He raises an eyebrow. "Really?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes even more. "Well, not really. There's been a few guys I like... Thought were hot but..."
‹xavier moriarty› "You only liked them for their appearance?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Well, no, I mean, they were like... Guys on my team." He blushes and covers his face in his hands. "Christ, I sound like a fuckin' weirdo."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs and pulls his hands away. "You don't."
‹Conall Callahan› "I, I don't?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Not at all." He chuckles. "Liking guys doesn't make you a weirdo."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles a little. "Well, you're the first person to think that."
‹xavier moriarty› "That's a shame."
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "Oh well, what can you do? I mean, can't go back in time and change it, can ya?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Well, no. So... you like me?" He chuckles. "Sorry. I sound like a kid."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles and smiles. "It's fine. And, well, yeah. I do." He snorts a laugh. "If I hadn't been so surprised we'd probably still be kissin'."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Sorry. Bad time, huh?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shakes his head. "No, not exactly a bad time. I just... wasn't expectin' it at all. I figured you weren't that way, and that you didn't, uh, feel that way about me or whatever you wanna say."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Sorry about that. I just... wasn't comfortable with the fact that I had feelings for you."
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs. "It's all right, I wasn't sure how to feel about it either." He laughs shakily, blushing. "I feel dumb, now."
‹xavier moriarty› "Don't. It makes me feel dumb."
‹Conall Callahan› "Why would you feel dumb? I shoulda known. Them butterflies in my stomach every time you sent me somethin'..." He sighs.
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and nudges him. "At least we know now."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles. "Yeah, now we do." He turns and leans against the back of the sofa, propping his head up on his hand. "So... Now what?"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs, shrugging. "I'm not sure. Wanna watch TV?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Sure, sounds good." With a smile, he scoots a little closer to him, resting his arm on the back of the sofa as he hands him the remote. "Here, you pick, I couldn't find nothin'."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and flips through the channels, finally settling for a documentary before resting his head on his shoulder tentatively.
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes a little when Xavier rests his head on his shoulder, then smiles, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.
‹xavier moriarty› He grins broadly and kisses his cheek.
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and turns to kiss the side of his head shyly. "You give nice kisses."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles softly. "Thanks. You too."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes and chuckles. "Not as nice as yours."
‹xavier moriarty› "Wanna bet?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah. What are we bettin'?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and shrugs. "I dunno."
‹Conall Callahan› He laughs. "Well, I guess we can't then. You'll just hafta take my word for it."
‹xavier moriarty› "And you'll have to take mine."
‹Conall Callahan› "Pssh, whatever."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Don't 'whatever' me."
‹Conall Callahan› He smirks. "Or what?"
‹xavier moriarty› He thinks for a moment, then pinches him hard.
‹Conall Callahan› He yelps and huffs. "Wow, rude!"
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Or that."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles and pokes his side. "Mean little ****."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Hush."
‹Conall Callahan› "Or you'll pinch me again, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Right."
‹Conall Callahan› "Then I better hush up." Grinning, he rests his chin on the top of his head.
‹xavier moriarty› He grins, closing his eyes.
‹Conall Callahan› He's quiet for a long while, watching the show, then blushes. "Hey, uh, can I ask you somethin'?"
‹xavier moriarty› He opens his eyes and looks at him. "Go ahead."
‹Conall Callahan› He meets his gaze, then looks away quickly, blushing more. "Have you, uh, ever been with a guy? Y'know?"
‹xavier moriarty› He blushes a bit, then chuckles. "Yeah, why?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Just... Curious. I don't... I dunno if you wanna do anythin' like that with me... Probably not."
‹xavier moriarty› "Why wouldn't I?"
‹Conall Callahan› He shrugs and blushes. "I, I dunno."
‹xavier moriarty› "You, uh, wanna?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes even more and nods slowly. "Yeah. But... I've, I've never..."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles and kisses him. "I'll take care of you. But if you're not ready, that's fine."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles at the kiss and searches for his hand. "I, I wanna." He chuckles. "I've wanted to for a long time. Just... Go slow, please?"
‹xavier moriarty› He nods, stroking his cheek. "I will. Promise. If you don't like something, say so and I'll stop."
‹Conall Callahan› He nods, leaning into his touch. "Ok." He smiles. "You're sweeter than you seem at first."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Well, thanks, I think."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes. "Oh, ****, that... that came out awkward." He gives him a quick kiss, reaching up to play with his hair. "Lemme rephrase: You're sweet."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Much better."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "Sorry, I always was bad with words."
‹xavier moriarty› He shrugs. "It happens."
‹Conall Callahan› "I'll try to do better, all right?"
‹xavier moriarty› He nods. "All right."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and kisses him. "I'll do my best, I swear."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and nods. "I believe you."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles. "Ok, cool. 'Cause I wouldn't lie to you."
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Better not. I'm your sire and I'll take care of you if you do."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes and shakes his head quickly. "I, I never would."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Okay, okay."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles and kisses him, finding his hand to squeeze it. "So, um, when do you wanna... Y'know?"
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Whenever you want to."
‹Conall Callahan› He chews on his lip a little. "Uh, is... Is now ok?"
‹xavier moriarty› He blinks, then nods. "Yeah, now's fine."
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes a little. "We, we don't gotta. I'm not tryin' to be pushy."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles. "No, it's okay."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles shyly. "It is?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, of course."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and kisses him, staying for a long moment before pulling away with a laugh. "Well, at least I'm not gonna need to take off too many clothes."
‹xavier moriarty› He kisses him back, then chuckles. "Yeah, you won't have to, but look at me."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and tugs on his shirt. "So start fixing it."
‹xavier moriarty› "You wanna help?"
‹Conall Callahan› He nods eagerly and pulls off his shirt, a little awkwardly, and blushes as he tosses it on the coffee table. "Sorry."
‹xavier moriarty› He watches him and laughs. "It's all right. What about my pants?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes even more and slowly, shyly undoes them before working on pulling them off. His eyes flick up to his crotch and he swallows thickly, looking away.
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles at him the whole time, then helps as he pulls them off. Chuckling, he leans in to kiss him deeply.
‹Conall Callahan› He matches his intensity as he returns the kiss with a soft groan and shyly rests his hand on his thigh.
‹xavier moriarty› He wraps one arm around his neck as he tugs at the top of his boxers.
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes and slowly starts sliding his shorts off, pausing partway for a moment before gathering up his courage and shoving them all the way down to his knees quickly. Kicking them off fully, he brings a hand down to cover himself.
‹xavier moriarty› He pulls away to watch him, then stifles a chuckle at his hesitation. When he covers himself, he raises an eyebrow. "What're you doing that for?"
‹Conall Callahan› He blushes and stares at the floor. "Just... Just nervous, I guess. S-sorry." Slowly, he pulls his hand away, reddening even more.
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles and kisses him. "Don't be."
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs a little at the kiss, then nods. "I'll, I'll try."
‹xavier moriarty› He runs a hand through his hair. "Besides, by the time we start, you won't be thinking about anything else."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles and leans into his touch, then chuckles. "Nothin' but you, right?"
‹xavier moriarty› He grins. "Right."
‹Conall Callahan› He can't help but giggle before kissing him again. "Don't look so smug, you."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles. "Yeah, yeah, sorry."
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles. "Ah, well, can't blame you, I'd be the same way."
‹xavier moriarty› "Yeah, see?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Yeah, yeah, just be right all the time, why don't ya?"
‹xavier moriarty› "Aww, I'm not. Just some of the time."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles. "You mean most of the time."
‹xavier moriarty› He laughs. "Quiet."
‹Conall Callahan› He giggles. "Oh, yes, sir, I will."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and kisses him again. "Wanna go to the bed?"
‹Conall Callahan› He nods eagerly. "Yes, please."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles and kisses him, then stands. "Let's go."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins and follows him up, fidgeting anxiously before heading to the bedroom, throwing glances over his shoulder the whole way.