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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 11, 2008 16:20:29 GMT -5
"It's odd that you encountered someone you knew today, as, well..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 11, 2008 16:24:21 GMT -5
*He raised an eyebrow.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 12, 2008 12:33:09 GMT -5
"Well, you see, he..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 12, 2008 14:14:24 GMT -5
"Who? Is something the matter?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 12, 2008 14:18:29 GMT -5
"Well, er, you might know him. He's a fiend for self-propagation."
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 12, 2008 14:20:19 GMT -5
"You'll have to be a bit more specific than that, my dear."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 12, 2008 14:22:01 GMT -5
"Well, his name is Lestat, and I thought I ought to tell you that he's probably inclined to tell the most awful stories about me."
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 12, 2008 14:45:25 GMT -5
*The name sounded slightly familiar, but he couldn't place where he'd heard it before.*
"Why would he do that?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 12, 2008 14:48:52 GMT -5
"He got the fangs and within two weeks he was going on about how marvellously broody he thinks he is."
He sniffed in disapproval.
"As though brooding were something to aspire to be, and not a habit of centuries like poor dreary Daddy."
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 12, 2008 14:52:12 GMT -5
*He nodded, sort of understanding, though he couldn't ever hope to comprehend vampire mentality.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 12, 2008 14:54:25 GMT -5
"And Zira- you think they gossip about MY tastes? Well, do you know who he has among his get?"
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 12, 2008 14:56:25 GMT -5
*Aziraphale gave him a baffled look.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 12, 2008 14:56:55 GMT -5
"A child, Zira! A little girl not even old enough to- to- I don't know what girls are for, really, but she's not old enough. "
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 12, 2008 14:59:37 GMT -5
*He frowned, not liking the sound of that at all.*
"And how do you know him?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 12, 2008 15:04:38 GMT -5
"Daddy invited him over once, and he made an absolute terror of himself. There are two ways you can go when you turn, you see, my sweet cinnamon bunny, and he thinks he can get away with a foot in both of them. So, yes, I've had the dubious pleasure of meeting Lestat de Lioncourt, and it is an experience I care not to repeat, love..."
He paused, almost contemplatively.
"And I'm certain I'm prettier. And no, darling, we never slept together, why do you ask?"
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