Duplicity - IC Inbox

[amicustenebris]

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[amicustenebris]

[ Gold, at the very least, plays it off well, keeping his bearing and knowing to use his position for what it was. But not without a passing glance of impressed admiration. ]

Very well handled.

[ So he can throw some of that weight around with someone else doing the talking? He could get used to that. ]

[donateblood]

[ If he can get the locals to be willing to listen to the Submissive, at least. That's one of the biggest problems Johnny has--getting the initial acknowledgement, whether or not he is speaking for a Dom. ]

They wouldn't let me order for us, though, so I'll have to depend on you for that.

[amicustenebris]

Well, that isn't very polite of them at all.

...Though I suppose that leaves me opening to ask you what you typically order.

[donateblood]

Wine, most often; I have a preference for dry reds. Port, sometimes, though they're often too sweet for my tastes--which usually amuses people when they hear. I have a terrible sweet tooth, you see.

[amicustenebris]

[ He stops a little short, there. ]

...Wine, you say. [ Is he a vampire or not? ]

[donateblood]

It's not a euphemism for anything else, Mr. Gold. I don't drink blood in polite company unless I am invited to.

[ The tiny flashes of his canines are visible when he talks, as is the split at the end of his tongue--Johnny makes no attempt to hide them. ]

[amicustenebris]

[ He drops his gaze to the menu. ]

I beg your pardon. The rules are not quite the same as I know them, I suppose.

[donateblood]

[ He nudges Gold lightly with a knee, dipping his head slightly. ]

I'm not offended. And I hope you won't feel as though you have to be careful when speaking with me. I don't mind talking about it at all.

In some stories, I believe my kind can't partake in anything but blood? I do not get the same sort of nourishment humans would from food and drink, but I taste it and I enjoy it.

[amicustenebris]

I suppose that's good to know. I don't exactly know any recipes for anything but human food.

...I forget at times just how many different worlds converge here.

[donateblood]

Do I make you uncomfortable? Does the reminder?

[amicustenebris]

No. [ Does he look uncomfortable? This need not be answered. ] Just doing what it is I seem to do best, which is acclimate slowly.

[donateblood]

Take all the time you need. If I have nothing else, I have plenty of that.

[amicustenebris]

That makes two of us, really.

[ When someone comes by to their their order for drinks, he keeps his preferences in mind. ]

One bordeax and one seltzer water, if you please.

[donateblood]

They have mocktails here--I made a point of making sure of it when I chose this place.

[ He remembers, from Gold's visit to Fangtasy, that the other man doesn't drink ]

As well as soft drinks and juice.

[amicustenebris]

Perhaps later. [He appreciates that he remembers, though.] This will do for now.

[donateblood]

All right. There aren't many options, but this place also provides light meals. And the band is well received.

[amicustenebris]

Perfect. Please choose whatever you like.

[ He glances over the potential offerings himself. ]

[donateblood]

Fries to share? It's easy to snack on and to talk around, without making a mess.

[amicustenebris]

[ Something about that pings almost nostalgic. Surprising at first, but welcome. ]

Perfect.

[donateblood]

[ Fries and wine, a winner's combination. ]

I'm going to bankrupt you at this rate, Mr. Gold.

[amicustenebris]

Doubtful, but I have contingencies for all potential outcomes.

[donateblood]

A big spender!

[ He's teasing! ]

[amicustenebris]

[ If he somehow ran out of money OR magic, there was always getting their ticket docked with a slip and fall incident. But he is smart enough to know not everyone would find a quip about that funny. ]

Price is no object when it comes to potatoes.

[donateblood]

A man after my own heart.

[amicustenebris]

Not while things are going well, I promise.

[ ...That is not going to make sense. Probably better it doesn't. ]