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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 21:58:19 GMT -5
"Uram... it is a word that means 'father,' but Marlow is not the one who took my mother... He is a different sort..." It was difficult to explain vampires to anyone, as he, not that long ago, had thought it was, sadly, a fairy tale. "Though, I do not think you would be able to see Marlow. He is not exactly a social type."
But this strong man sounded interesting, and the description made him wonder if it was the same man he and the ghost had encountered in the tunnels before... Waving his hand to dismiss his thought, he inadvertently drew a halo of smoke.
"You have no..." What was the word that best described it? "Single lover, then?"
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 22:14:15 GMT -5
"Only that I have no lovers right now, Senor." he smiled and puffed on the tobacco stick, blowing a little ring of smoke and then grinned, showing off his teeth.
"You smell like a dead a thing."
Mortimer tilted his head at the dark-skinned man, not realizing how his comment might sound.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 22:49:34 GMT -5
To anyone else, it probably would have been an insult. Maleo, on the other hand, smiled at the little man.
"Thank you, Mortimer. I do try," he said with a light chuckle, blowing a billow of smoke up at the sky. "Not many would catch such a hint easily, unless I was truly rotting."
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 22:54:31 GMT -5
"My nose is very strong. Especially in water."
He finished off his little cigarette and snubbed it out on the ledge, dropping the butt into his pocket so that it wouldn't litter Erik's rooftop.
"It's very late, Senor...shouldn't you be sleeping now?"
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 23:03:08 GMT -5
"Ah, I don't sleep at night. It no longer suits me," he said, flicking off the remaining ash before he put out the flame against the base of his wrist. The searing pain made him shudder a moment before he threw the butt off the rooftop, watching it disappear into shadow below.
"What of you, my little friend? You're up late yourself..." And those little rows of needle like teeth, not passing his perception, might feel good digging into his skin, even if he didn't draw blood... but how to draw his interest? That was a real question.
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 23:11:22 GMT -5
Mortimer leaned forward over the edge to watch the butt fall, kicking his feet into open space.
"I only sleep when I like to, I don't need it like people do. I was on the train, with Senor Castro, and then I did not feel like going back to Erik's house yet."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 23:25:36 GMT -5
"Senor Castro... Hmph... did you have to feed his ego or did he do it himself?" snorted Maleo with no attempt to cover up his bitterness. He was still a tad put off by being "left out" on Halloween. In any case, Maleo watched Mortimer a few moments, deciding on what to do. The few moments' gaze turned into a long stare, as Maleo was distracted by his own hunger.
Killing the little man there on the rooftop would be fairly easy...
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 23:35:12 GMT -5
"We had dinner before we went on the train...? And then we ate too on the train, chocolates mostly, because I wanted to see the dining cars. He is very fat!"
Mortimer grinned, not meaning the comment as an insult, as he in fact thought M. Castro was rather handsome.
"But you don't like him. Hm." the little man went quiet a bit, looking over the edge into the decreasing dark.
"Are you hungry? Do you like to swim?"
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 23:44:46 GMT -5
Maleo suppressed his laughter at Mortimer's astute observation of Castro's weight, though not entirely. He snickered some before calming himself to answer.
"I am very hungry, but normal food does not please me anymore. As for swimming, I think I remember how..." he ventured, not believing he could drown any more if he couldn't. "I take it you are and you do, my friend?"
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 23:52:34 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't get hungry...I just eat when I like to--and I love to swim, more than most anything. If you don't like normal food, then what is abnormal food that you could eat? I would go with you, if there is anything still open."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 23:57:24 GMT -5
"I eat raw meat," he said, and left it at that. Yes, there were things like steak tartar and a few foods from the orient that contained raw flesh, but that was most certainly not what he meant.
"If there is nothing, open, I shall survive," added Maleo, slowly standing up. "Where is it that you swim?"
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 8, 2009 0:05:07 GMT -5
"When I am in Paris Above, I swim in the river. But I have already been swimming much today. I could go with you to eat."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 8, 2009 0:09:45 GMT -5
"Paris Above?" he repeated in an amused tone. "Very well. Let us go see what we can find. I think some places do cater to travelers on the main road..." And if he was wrong, oh well. There were plenty of alleys with rats, cats, dogs or homeless persons to drag home later.
Standing now, Maleo offered his hand down to help Mortimer to his feet.
"Let us see what the Above has to offer us in the dark."
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 8, 2009 0:19:25 GMT -5
The little creature smiled and pulled himself up with Maleo's hand, making a little work of tucking his shirt in and buttoning it up, looking only slightly more presentable, and of course still barefoot.
His nostrils flared again when he came up against the sopranist, opening a bit wider than a man's should before he led the way back down and out again, into the street.
"There isn't much dark left."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 8, 2009 0:36:18 GMT -5
"Then we shouldn't be out too long..." said Maleo, a hint of worry in his voice. Marlow had warned him about daylight, and personally, being caught in the sun had never sat well with Maleo in the first place.
The street was quiet enough for someone to hear a pin drop, with much of the city still asleep. Only the sound of distant night patrols of the gendarme might be heard, or a hungry cat rummaging through the trash.
"Much better than the daytime bustle of happy people," mused the sopranist, walking side-by-side with Mortimer.
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