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Who: Alexander, Anthony, Bakura, Banagher, Hajime, John, Lyall, Ravindra, Reilanin & Vanessa
Where: Alex & Ravi's apartment
When: Friday, Sept. 13th (ooooh)
What: Movie night!
Warnings: --

[ and so it happened that tonight was a movie night slightly different from the one alex, anthony, john (and ravindra, when he wanted to be included) had grown accustomed to -- namely, the volume of bodies had doubled, plus two. the cats were split in opinion; adhirat sought shelter in ravi's room, while olivia got cozy with anyone who'd give her the time of day and gomez poked around and occasionally darted off.

the more the merrier -- for anthony's sake, partially, as holing up in an apartment couldn't have been very fun (thought alex) while his peers enjoyed (or enjoyed to hate) school. bakura was a friend of his, so alex was more than happy to have him over. lyall could always use a break. hajime had been an invaluable asset at the water bust and seemed like a swell guy. john was an 'of course'; a founding member of movie night and someone alex got along with splendidly. vanessa, well.

vanessa could do with the company of good people. she seemed to get along with banagher fine, too, and alex was fond of both of them.

as for reilanin, he was basically continuing to offer the branch of friendship, or something like it. he'd actually been surprised when she accepted the invitation. as a librarian, she was probably familiar with the movie they'd be watching tonight.

twilight (or the save the earth equivalent of). ]

[ ooc: more or less a mingle log! throw up your own threads, go hog wild, yeah!
here's the apartment layout for reference. they're on the second floor! ]

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[ he's lead easily, courtesy his mental exhaustion from his memory and conversation with Reilanin rather than his usually easy-going-ness.

at the admission, he tilts his head a fraction, brows pinched together. then he tilts his head some more, eyes narrowing at John. when he speaks, it's at the same, low volume John used. ]

You're-- you, too?

I'm not... [His eyes darted briefly in the direction of the fridge, and he licked his lips.] I'm not drinking yet, but all the signs seem to say yes.

[It feels kind of nice admitting to it finally, albeit in a rather horrible way.]

I don't know what will happen when I need blood. The other me... [He offered Alex a thin-lipped smile.] I might have been a monster. A really bad one.

[ DID HE JUST LICK HIS LIPS--

"i might have been a monster."

alex's hand shoots out to grab john's arm. he takes a step closer to him, invading his personal space. ]

No. No, wait, why do you think you were a monster?

[ there's an unsettling sense of urgency in his voice. ]

[He stares at Alex for a moment, not quite expecting that sort of reaction, but he doesn't try to push him away either.]

There was this conversation that I had with someone. [He can hear the woman's voice as clear as day in his head, can hear himself answer her in turn. There's blood on her, blood on him... It's everywhere.] The words that were used to describe me...

[His jaw clenches, and he exhales slowly, shakily.]

And the look on her face. [John shakes his head.] The hate and disgust... The fear.

You don't look at a human that way.

[ alex thinks otherwise, but keeps that to himself. he glances away, next breath sucked in, and relaxes his hold on john's sleeve.

he is looking at the fridge.

he turns his attention back onto john and drops his hand to his side. ]

Tell me-- [ if you are ] if you feel the need to, to drink blood, let me know. I'll bring you something to tide you over.

[He manages a weak laugh that's completely devoid of humor, and John gives Alex a gentle nudge with his hand, a gesture of gratitude.]

Thanks. [His gaze swings toward the floor before shifting back to look at Alex again.]

...How long did it take you to get to this point?

[To get back that bloodlust.]

[ his immediate reaction is to chide John for that laugh, regardless of sincerity, because he's afraid of the possibility that John might try to feed on someone in the same way Alex had. He isn't so much reacting to John, though, as he is projecting onto him.

But the question detours him. ]

Uh... It, it wasn't a process. I got it from a pulse. [ he shifts his weight to one foot. ] About two months ago? Just, suddenly-- [ he claps his hands together, perpendicular, ] here you go, Varista, now you gotta drink blood.

Just like that?

[He glances toward the group gathered in the living room, and he chews in his lower lip. It's a morbid thought, but he genuinely hopes that none of those people there will end up a victim.

John takes a strange sort of comfort from the fact that Anthony is... Well, not exactly in the menu.]

The jello had been enough?

[No... Accidents?]

Edited (Awww yiss. Phone tagging. 8|) 2013-09-24 08:26 (UTC)

[ djfhdj don't look at the group of healthily plump in blood individuals, john ]

It's been enough, yeah. I, uh, actually drink it straight, too, but the jello, it gives me something to chew on. Sorta. Variety, I guess.

[He's not looking at them in that way!! Not yet at least...]

Right...

[John goes quiet for a moment, rubbing idly at the back of his neck.]

And you feel satiated afterwards?

[Because while he might have had only a glimpse of what the hunger feels like, he isn't sure how he would handle that feeling all the time, and right now? John's a bit dubious about how filling blood can be, vampire or not.]

Yeah, it's... [ he scratches the bottom of his chin with his free hand. ] It's different. I don't need a lot to be satisfied. Compared to, you know, before.

[ he cracks a smile, shrugs. ]

Saves me a bunch on meals?

Some food guinea pig you'll be.

[That's a bit more like them: making light of serious situations. He gives Alex a small smile of his own before rubbing at the back of his neck. Man, if he follows Alex's vampiric route, all of his newly found cooking skills will go to waste.]

Have you tried any other special dishes?

[The first thing that pops into his head is black pudding, but has Alex even had it before?]

[ he snorts faintly. 'special dishes.' ]

No, I haven't. There's some Filipino dish, though, blood stew or something. That's how I got the idea for the jello-- except reversed.

[ no, he's never had black pudding before. ]

[Maybe it's because he doesn't want blood just yet, but none of these foods really sound all that appealing. Blood stew. Blood jello. Blood pudding. John wrinkles his nose a little and runs a hand through his hair.]

Do you think I should look into recipes like that?

[Cookies are definitely better and more normal, but blood dishes might prove to be more useful soon...]

[ none of them sound appealing to alex at all, either. they're just less unappealing than drinking blood as is.

he catches the motion and takes it for disgust. something like a smile lifts the corner of his lips, but it's brief and halfhearted. ]

'Should'? Man, if you want to. Hopefully it'll be for nothing.

[ unless he wants to cook for alex, ofc. hah!

he knocks john's arm lightly with his knuckles, lowers his voice a little more. ]

But you tell me, all right? If something else changes.

[John shrugs his shoulders in this, "I hope you're right," sort of gesture but makes a mental note to google up some recipes all the same. It's with a bit of wistfulness that he makes the decision that this is probably a culinary adventure he's going to have to take on his own.

Either way, he reaches over and rests a hand on Alex's shoulder following the gentle tap and gives the guy a quick squeeze. His smile is tight--worried about what's to come--but he nods.]

Yeah. You'll be the first to know.

[Or so he hopes. The last thing he needs is to kill the first person he sees as a bloodsucking vampire.]

[ THINK POSITIVE, JOHN.

at this very moment, that quick squeeze means way more to him than it's probably meant to. he doesn't return the smile, not even a bleak one, because he doesn't actually feel like smiling at all.

right now, he feels okay not to.

he nods towards the living room, silently asking if john's ready to rejoin the group. ]

[He glances over at the group still seated in front of the television and sighs quietly. He casts one final look at the fridge before squaring his shoulders and forcing a bright smile to his lips. There was no time like the present, right?]

C'mon.

[John starts for the living area again, silently hoping that no one here will ever have to see what he's becoming.]

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