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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2014 10:54:49 GMT -5
"Why would I? I don't have many friends here."
He moved a hand over his hair as though considering untying it, but he grinned and laughed and decided not to.
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 17, 2014 10:58:55 GMT -5
"Well, what if you met somebody fun? This could be nice, there'll be lots of new people."
Well, vampires. Well, people.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2014 11:01:57 GMT -5
"Mm, maybe," Herbert conceded. "But it'll be so much more fun to make them all jealous that I have my very own little live one, without thralling you or anything!"
He gave Alex's head a fond scruffle as he passed to dig through about two centuries' worth of clothes.
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 17, 2014 11:07:14 GMT -5
Alex reached out from his own questing to try to stick a hand in Herbert's back pocket, only to find out very quickly that his pyjamas had none and retreat to his previous tactical position. The idea of being anybody's trophy anything was weirdly flattering.
"We should coordinate outfits--"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2014 11:14:01 GMT -5
"I don't think I have much that'd fit you," said Herbert. "I think I was about eleven years old last time I was your size..."
Herbert held up a pair of tight white dress pants and squinted at them out of habit. Like most of his newer clothes, there was a thick line of restitching down the outer edge of the legs in a complementing color. It was difficult to find anything long enough to fit his legs that didn't also have to be taken in fairly severely. Herbert had realized, to his dismay, that there seemed to be a general expectation for a 6'7" man to be built like either a scarecrow or a bull.
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 17, 2014 11:22:54 GMT -5
"Do you have any coats? A big coat can be okay."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2014 11:23:52 GMT -5
"Oh, darling, it would eat you, and that's my job-"
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 17, 2014 11:24:48 GMT -5
Alex giggled and threw a balled-up sock at him.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2014 11:32:02 GMT -5
"Eventually, anyway," Herbert said thoughtfully, pausing with a finger on his lower lip and his brows knit. The resemblance between him and his father jumped out at that moment like a hidden picture in a 3-D puzzle.
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 17, 2014 12:31:42 GMT -5
"You're very conscientious. Should I put perfume on?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2014 18:58:15 GMT -5
"Hmm, maybe- let me see what I have."
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 17, 2014 22:44:29 GMT -5
"You've smelled so nice lately, I'd wondered--"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2014 22:51:09 GMT -5
"Vati bought it for me," Herbert said, grinning over his shoulder.
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 17, 2014 23:02:23 GMT -5
"Oh! That reminds me -- when do you want your birthday presents, sweetheart?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 18, 2014 22:26:04 GMT -5
Herbert paused, frowning.
"It's already past my birthday," he said, realizing it very suddenly. "I haven't had to think of it in a while."
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