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Mockingbird

Please forgive me for missing your message. I'll be right with you.

The Other Me

He isn't that sorry.

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[mauks]

it's late enough that there aren't many people out on the streets
besides as long as i keep my hood up and tail hidden i'll be fine

marginally better
at least people aren't going to make jokes about you glittering in the sunlight
wonderful that should keep us busy for a day or two
lycaon's got icecream in his freezer right??

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I can check.

Yes, he made some before he left.
It looks like the date on it is the end of September.
No idea on the flavor.
There are so many things in the pantry. It's impossible to guess.

text > action.

[mauks]

[ Molly doesn't reply for a good thirty minutes, a strange happening given the man's love of simply talking. but there shouldn't be any problems, like he said it's late enough that there aren't many people out on the streets. even so...

the silence is broken exactly thirty two minutes and fifty seven seconds later when three short raps echo against Lycaon's front door. opening it reveals the lavender tiefling absent of his colourful, almost eyesore, of a coat looking more then a little dishevelled. purple hair a mess, split lip that's only now finishing knitting itself back together and a gash on his neck he is currently covering with a hand.

Mollymauk's smile is wiry and tense. he knows what is about to come. ]

Before you freak out, I'm fine. I swear.

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[ When Hugo opened the door, The state of Molly was not what he expected. His eyes flew wide, his head tilting. What part of this was fine?! Hugo was a man of surprises. All phantom thieves were, but there was a limit!

At the same time, He was quite sure Lycaon was going to kill him for getting blood on his good towels. He'll probably accept it if he told him ... something. He wasn't sure what yet. He could replace them before Lycaon got back. ]

Mollymauk. Please explain to me how your current state came to be, and exactly how I'm supposed to believe the sight I am looking at is 'fine'?

[ Hugo steps out of the way, so Molly could come in. Butler, Lycaon's little bangboo is the one to truly freak out and ehn-na is way down the hall to fetch the first air kit and something to clean off the blood. ]

[mauks]

[ surprise???

the look on Hugo's face would br funny if the words didn't hold an almost disappointed tone to it. he had been careful, kept to the shadows, didn't linger too long, etc. it just so happen he wasn't the only one. with a dry laugh Mollymauk takes a cautious step inside, red eyes watching Bulter scramble away hurriedly. ]

Would you believe me if I told you I tripped?

[ there is no way in hell Hugo would believe that, but can you blame him for trying?

he licks at his split lip absently, shifting his weight from side to side, notably considering his next words. it's only after half a breathe that Molly comes to a decision, gingerly lifting his hand from the bloody mess that is the right side of his neck. as far as wounds go, it doesnt look too bad. whatever had caused the gash seems to have missed anything vital despite the mess or, more likely, Molly's regenerative abilities had already taken care of the worst of it. ]

Just got into a little scrap that's all. Some genius thought me an easy mark and wasn't too happy when his tricks got turned back around on him. He got a couple of lucky hits in.

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[ The door was closed after him and locked, for as much good as that would do. If anyone wanted to break into this house, they would be in for more than they bargained for.

Stepping away from the door and more into the foyer, Hugo took a moment to look him over, even while his senses were going into overdrive trying to overlook the strong smell of blood. It was enough to make his teeth itch. It was Molly's blood, and that only made him all the more lightheaded.

Shaking his head, he crossed his arms, taking on a more inquisitive look. He's got to distract himself. ]

Lucky hits. Is he still alive?

[ That wasn't the right question. It had barely been a week, was he REALLY going to break all of his oaths to Lycaon in less than five minutes? He can't just stab someone because they tried to harm someone he was close to. Sometimes the Ravelocke-ness was difficult to hold back, and this was one such a time. ]

[mauks]

[ Molly allows himself to be scrutinized, tilting his head automatically to give Hugo a better view of his neck. most people wouldn't bare their still bleeding neck to a vampire but Mollymauk isn't most people, he'd invite Hugo to give into instinct if he wasn't feeling a touch embarrassed about the whole thing. after all that talk about being careful he got himself hurt.

later he'll make some sort of flirtatious joke or comment. ]

Unfortunately.

[ Hugo tone does earn him a look from the tiefling, eyebrow raised in silent question before he chuckles. ]

It's incredibly attractive and sweet that you're thinking about hunting the idiot down and ripping him to pieces. [ there is a terrible part of him that wants to encourage it, but he pushes it down and buries it deep. ] But it's fine. He's off rethinking his life and his choices after getting the shit scared out of him by a lavender devil that spoke to him in tongues.

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Some evils don't deserve to persist.

[ It sounded rehearsed despite the soft way he said it. How many times has Hugo had to say such a thing, only for nothing to have occurred? Should such a person that would hurt someone in such a way be allowed to keep living? Keep having chances to do that to other people?

And yet, still, he could hear the growl in Lycaon's voice as he protested. It was not their job to be judge, jury, and executioner. This time there was a different voice that cuts through the mire of his thoughts. A soothing, cold voice that speaks in the hollow of his mind where only they reside.

There's no need to hurry. We will see everyone to their end.

With only a glance to the side, he looked forward to Molly again just in time for Butler to return, holding up the box of first aid items. ]

Ehn-na nah. (Please excuse the rude interruption, Lord Hugo. Lord Mollymauk. Should you need medical care, I am equipped to dispense it as your request.)

[ Hugo turned his head, looking down at the bangboo and then to Molly. It was up to him if he wanted to accept or not, but Hugo looked far less ready to walk out and run his relationship six feet under in well deserved revenge (you know, the thing that put it in this position to begin with). ]

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You're right, they don't. [ Molly breathes in slowly then exhales through his nose, the smile on his face growing a little tight. ] But that one? It'd be a stretch to call him evil. An idiot? Definitely, but evil? He's got a bit of time before it comes to that.

[ if the worst were to ever come to past, if his greatest fears were actually realized, would Hugo put him down like a dog? strike an evil from the face of the earth before he has a chance to do any damage to the people Mollymauk loves?

better not to think on that. he isn't Lucien, he knows that. Caleb has told him that. no matter the memories floating around in his brain, he is Mollymauk Tealeaf through and through.

thankfully Butler's return breaks him from his thoughts and he blinks rapidly down at the rabbit thing then back over at Hugo. please help, he doesn't speak Bangboo and he has this sinking feeling that he is supposed to reply with something helpful right now. ]

I could do with a distraction right about now. Why don't you help clean me up with that beautiful mouth of yours?

[ nailed it??? ]

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[ The way Molly answers makes Hugo wonder who he's thinking about. It wasn't the way someone who's never experienced an evil person would answer. Molly was not evil in his mind. Far from it. He knew there were things he didn't know about the tiefling, but he was fairly sure he wasn't this. ]

Butler was asking if you needed first aid. Rest assured that as a bangboo shaped by Lycaon's will, this bangboo also has the ability to perform a wide array of skills that others could only hope for.

...But you have other ideas.

[ Butler decided to remain close just in case someone changed their mind. Hugo stepped closer, resting a hand on one of Molly's shoulders as he leaned in to inspect the wound. ]

You have a lot of confidence that I would know how to stop if I got a taste of your blood. It's already filling all of my senses.

You can hand anything that blood has gotten on to Butler. We can clean the rest together.

[mauks]

Oh, that makes sense.

[ he looks over the bangboo with a curious eye as Hugo's hand rests on his shoulder stealing his attention away. instinctually he tilts his head to expose his neck further, both in not-so-subtle temptation and to help his friend get a better look at the gash. ]

I always had a lot of confidence in you, love. Besides I can't think of a better way to spend an evening than you on top of me draining me dry.

[ half-flirt, half-jest. he removes his coat as instructed, then the white billowy shirt that had been stained red handing them both to Butler with a quick kind smile. as unfortunate as his encounter had been, at least he's giving Hugo something to focus on that isn't the empty space the six foot six wolfman is supposed to inhabit. distraction had been the goal of the visit and distraction is exactly what he feels he has provided. ]

Where do you want me?

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[ Hugo blinks slowly, listening all the way through what Molly says and still giving it more time before he decides to sigh. It's what he would expect of the tiefling, meaning he was perfectly fine, or at least enough so that he'd be fine with a little rest.

Reaching out his hand, Hugo didn't even ask before he was taking Molly's free hand in his and pulling him off deeper into the home. They pass the living room and what seems to be the blanket pile of depression Hugo had already started on the floor next to the coffee table. Leaning over, he turns on the overhead light as he brings him to the breakfast nook to either stand in front of him or sit. It was really his choice. ]

I'm sure you would love that, but the last thing you need is to lose more blood. I don't think you've lost much given you've already started regenerating, but I believe keeping it all inside is best tonight.

And. If I lick your neck, you're going to get worked up. [ That wasn't a question. ]