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[teetheyes]

[Left on the kitchen table for John to find upon his return.]

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Christ, mate, you know what's in me, right?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I do, but I know what's in him too. However I trust your professionalism.

[he slides the bottle to John's side]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

I am professional enough to know how to treat someone without Nergal's piss in them.

You know I might have enough of his shit crawling in me to make this fatal, yeah?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

So why don't we cut you and do this on a plate first.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Safest bet.

Fuck a lot you can do with angel blood, it's knowing what.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You're the expert in this case. I just procured the essential ingredient for you.

[bringing a plate over]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Funny books. Fire. Same old shite.

[is naked and limping pathetically for his coat, procuring his lesser known pocket knife]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[watches John limp...]

This'd better be good for something.

[he pops the bottle open]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[John slits his thumb, generously allowing a bit of blood to create a thin red film on the plate]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[and Cori is ready to pour, he adds a small amount in equal proportion to John's, then waits for a reaction]

Maybe we should've worn our safety goggles.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[What an appropriate icon! The blood simmers and sizzles, eating through the plate...]

CHRIST!

[through the table...]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Oh so very appropriate!]

Holy shit.

[through the--]

Is it... going through the floor?

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

... What do we do about the people downstairs.

[very carefully closing the bottle, and tightly]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[He's already out the door]

1/2

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No rest for the wicked.

[he puts the bottle in the fridge and follows asap!]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[John's... barking. Howling. The poor man, forgetting about his leg, fell. What else can he do?

Where is room below, where is the room below...?]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[he scoots John back on his feet if necessary]

Just listen for the--

[shattering dishes followed by shouts for the wife to stay back!]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

They got the message.

[limps down to the NEXT floor below!]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I've got an idea.

[scrambling after John, this apartment is open, complete with "Something's coming out of the ceiling Jared!!!"]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[John's already barking and scratching and howling against the next apartment. This leads to cries of "SHUT UP!" THUMP, but John's a humanist, indeed.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Shit they've got the chain on!

["Christ man it's going through my shoe!!" "Take it off you idiot!!"]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

["Jesus! It's eating it!"]

Fucking ...!

[TO THE BASEMENT]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[FOLLOWING, he grabs a discarded bottle of water while he's at it]

It could make the boiler explode.

[oops read: EMPLOYEES ONLY]