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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Mar 26, 2012 13:52:59 GMT -5
He was standing in the kitchen, now restored, with the doggens hustling about as they should be. Fritz, who had a guest, but who apparently swung the head doggen efficiency hammer.
He never felt comfortable sitting at the large, formal dining room alone, and usually had them bring food to him in the training center, but after the latest mess with the staff, and wanting to give Fritz some time to get to known Angela again, he came here to get some food.
One of the doggens gave a slight bow, and handed him a plate of fresh fruit and slices of meat with a roll and he nodded thanks.
Looked up to see Vishous who had his ears covered to try to block out the babble of Lassiter and he gave a slight smile behind the roll, before taking a bite, "Brother Vishous, that will not work. He will start acting out what he is saying, and trust me when I say that is never a pleasant experience." Chuckled softly.
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Mar 26, 2012 14:05:36 GMT -5
Closing his eyes briefly didn't help either, all he saw behind his lids was Lassiter playing sharades, so he dropped his hands. With a sigh he glanced at Lass and had to grin, just a little. "You know, he is a huge form of entertainment, true." Said dryly, yeah maybe to Lassiter but to him it was like sandpaper on a chalkboard. Shrugging, the trip out of the Pit was serving more than one purpose. Cop had gone wild eating then the two of them partied pretty hard. Now he was avoiding Doggen who were ardently cleaning like it was the best thing ever. Plus Butch and Marissa needed some 'private time' and Scribe only knew how long that'd take.
Leaning up against a far wall, his eyes went from the food to Tohrment. "Gotta say Brother, your packing on the weight again. It's good to see. Think your going to be straight for patrol soon?" That got him a look from both his Brother and the Angel. "What, it's valid."
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Post by Lassiter Fallen on Mar 26, 2012 14:07:01 GMT -5
Looking around at how fast everything when back to how it should, he noticed that Vishous had his ears covered. "If your ears hurt that much perhaps you best have Jane stop making you her Puppy. I hear getting hit to the head can cause hearing loss."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Mar 26, 2012 14:21:58 GMT -5
He snorted at Lassiter's remark and took the last bite of his beef laden roll. Cocked a brow at Vishous as he sat the plate down, which was swiftly taken by a doggen.
"I am lean and mean. And unlike some," reaching out to slap the Brother's abs, "Not softened by being a mated, lazy male." He said it with humor, and ducked his head before the flash of sadness flitted and was gone. "Count yourself lucky for that."
He glanced at Lassiter, "One, stop hovering outside their penthouse. A blind angel, would however be amusing from the glow from Vishous. And I'm talking his pale ass, not his hand. Two, I think Glee is on." Smirked.
Grabbed a peach and tossed it in his palm, sinking his teeth in and licking the juice from his lips, "Anyone seen our love happy head doggen at all?"
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Mar 26, 2012 14:32:28 GMT -5
In the process of raising his hand to smack Lassiter in the back of his thick skulled head when Tohrment did one better with the wit. Now he glared at the Fallen with his lip raised in a sneer while blocking out Tohr's thoughts.
He'd come close enough with Jane to know just how crippling loosing ones heart was, hence always had the mental blinders slammed down when around the male. Glancing back at him, there was the occasion he wanted to offer... well fuck, anything. But that kind of action would just land him in front of Mary. No. Way.
"Exactly, BirdBrain. I see you out there and it'll be fried wings on the menu." Wiggling his gloved fingers, then dropping both hands, " No, can't say that I have and the camera in his suite is officially out of commission."
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Post by Lassiter Fallen on Mar 26, 2012 14:43:14 GMT -5
He shot Tohr a Fuck you look. and ket talking. " Have it set up for DVR. That and it's much more fun to watch with Nalla and Hollywood. As for working out your right arm is bigger then your left. I just hope you change the sheets everyday." He wiped a fake tear from his eye. "My Vampire is all grown up he can finally have some one on one hand time and not think he is cheating."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Mar 26, 2012 15:00:06 GMT -5
Rubbed his forehead, once again wishing for a small stroke as he pressed the tip of his index finger into the spot he wish it would form.
"I am not your vampire. That does nothing but stir my lunch to hear you say it. And I am fit and strong."
Glanced at Vishous, "When was the last time you worked out? And that does not count playing Gears of War or Call of Duty on your Xbox. Or mousing fetish sites."
Finished off the peach and tossed the seed in a perfect arch into the can and gave them both a cocky smile, "I can hold my own with any of the other Brothers and with ease the lessers. Perhaps a Bastard tossed in as well. I am more than able to do my duties. And beyond."
He turned and washed his sticky hands under the faucet. While they joked about it often, he still felt shame that he had abandoned his duties during the dark days after Wellsie's death, and did not know if the rift and guilt he felt between himself and John Matthew would ever heal. But he was better, stronger and sound. Now if his mind would just join the fucking routine. But that, was his business.
A house doggen immediately put a clean soft kitchen cloth in his hands and he wished they would just stop doing it. That, and all other things like servants. Yes, he was aware that is what they were, but it was also why he and Wellsie moved away from the old compound and tried to have a normal life, no doggen in sight.
Turned back and leaned against the counter, "And I do not need hand to hand, I have control." Tossed the dish towel at Lassiter.
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Mar 26, 2012 15:18:23 GMT -5
"I'll have you know I" air quoted "work out, often and well." Snickered then gave Tohrment a look as he turned around. "That a fact? So you'd throw down here and now and not have any problem, true?"
Said as he cracked his neck to the side. Actual brawling as well as any activity in the streets was at an all time low. Given the word, he was more than ready to have a go at exchanging fight with any-fucking-one. Glancing at Lassiter, he was damn well annoyed enough to go a couple rounds already.
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Post by Lassiter Fallen on Mar 26, 2012 15:48:58 GMT -5
Pushing back from the table he stood and dusted imaginary dust off his clothing. "If you two wish to fight then I'm your Michael Buffer. But can we do it someplace where I can have my TV? NICS is on tomorrow and I can't miss it." Blowing V and Tohr a kiss he threw over his shoulder as he walked out. "What you boys do behind closed doors, I don't need to know about. Well Tohr I do, as for V I'll call Kink.com."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Mar 26, 2012 15:57:14 GMT -5
Shook at his head at Lassiter's parting shots and went to walk past Vishous, "May I point out, older, wiser and I" slapping a hand hard, this time on Vishous' abs as he continues to walk past, "may be honorable, but I can always." Pauses and smiles, "slip."
Continued on, lifting a hand in farewell, "See you this eve, Training Center. Bring your mate we may need her."
What Vishous couldn't see as he walked up the stairs, was the smile of anticipation. Was he fit, yes. And now he could prove it and maybe have some fun too.
Fun, did he even remember what that was?
He was ready to find out.
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