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[teetheyes]

Don't mention any of this to me if you value your life.

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

You're back.

[Welcome to the world of SPAM]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I am.

[And as soon as he removes his jacket, the wounds are revealed: three shallow gashes in his shoulder, scratch marks around his right wrist, and a piece of flesh missing between his right middle and ring fingers.]

[Spamusement!]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Re: [Welcome to the world of SPAM]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

What have you been up to.

[he's slow to approach, questions first, gratuitous mancuddles later]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Trouble. They'll heal in time.

[A reference to his wounds, then he reveals the treasure in his jacket pocket, the single red eye.]

This fucker took a shot at Leeloo.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Motive?

[he's off to get a damp towel]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Vampire.

[He puts the eye in a jar, joining the exorcist's set, then sits at the kitchen table.]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Lot of those around as of late.

[Dabs the nightmare's wounds]

Werewolves, vampires, demons, fuck, it's a regular plague of supernatural shite, innit?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You can't fault this shithole for diversity.

[He peels his stained shirt off too, his right hand particularly marred.]

The son of a bitch bit me.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

"Divesity."

Christ, mate. We know you can contract what shit I have but...

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He holds his hand up, showing the missing piece of flesh and fang marks.]

I know. I fucked up.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

You're pale already.

[continues to clean with the towel, NOT his tongue]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

And Ran said I should visit the beach.

[Watching John clean his hand.]

I don't know if I picked anything up. I don't feel different, but we can't be too sure...

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

I'm abstaining. Bugger Hollywood. They don't know shit about mixing them around and expecting something lovely to come of it.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'd give it a week at most. Fortunately I didn't get his blood in me, all of this is mine.

[A sigh, huff.]

I wasn't thinking.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

I thought you would have known better than to save damsels in distress, unless you're getting to be about as daft as I am.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It wasn't just about... Shit, forget it. Give me the week, baby, and I'll let you test a stake.

[He smiles anyway.]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

You never fail to amaze.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

The jar adds some charm to the home, don't you think?

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

I'm partial to morning strolls as well as the moonlit ones meself.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Keep the blinds shut, we'll see how I fare at sunrise.