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Vanyon: *bites Faramir* *lets go and goes to fetch salt*
Faramir: o.O Um, ow?
Vanyon: quiet. You gondorians take forever to prepare. *salts* *adds a bit of pepper*
Faramir: *batting the seasonings away* Excuse me, I was sleeping here!
Vanyon: No sleep for the tasty.
Faramir: !!! Bad wraith. Naughty wraith. *edges towards the window*
Vanyon: Vampire. *slips closer*
Faramir: Vampires don't exist. *pokes* You do. Therefore you aren't a vampire.
Vanyon: *shows fangs*
Faramir: I can't imagine how many hours those took to sharpen. Very dedicated of you. *bolts window-ward*
Vanyon: *grabs by the leg and drags back* I have to prove myself?
Faramir: *kicks with the other leg, clinging to the windowsill* I'll believe the first bite, really, one's enough...
Vanyon: ow, damnit.
Faramir: Really? *kicks harder, aiming for the chin*
Vanyon: alijklajsas *pins*
Faramir: *lets go of the windowsill and ooofs to the floor* Um, okay, we can discuss this.
Vanyon: we can?
Faramir: *makes ineffective "ffft ffft" claws at you* Yes! I just got back to life. I LIKE living. I haven't even had a decent sandwich yet.
Vanyon: don't have to kill you. Enough for a few meals in you yet. *catches Faramir's hands*
Faramir: *considers how many sharp stakes I can whittle between now and then, and stops fighting* You could have asked. I mean really.
Vanyon: I was overcome with a growling stomach. You know how it is.
Faramir: *twitches* My food doesn't have a pulse.
Vanyon: *bite*
Faramir: *strangled squeak*
Vanyon: *finishes his snack and ties a nice ribbon around Faramir's neck* got the whole family now.
Faramir: *scrabbles back weakly* --what? *eyes go wide* My sister?!
Vanyon: Lovely woman. Bit chatty. *tosses Faramir over his shoulder*
Faramir: dfhgjkhdsgfk. *goes nauseously dizzy head-down*
Vanyon: *drops him off in front of Artamir's room*
Faramir: *conveniently faints*
Vanyon: *heads off to go kick a puppy*
Faramir: o.O Um, ow?
Vanyon: quiet. You gondorians take forever to prepare. *salts* *adds a bit of pepper*
Faramir: *batting the seasonings away* Excuse me, I was sleeping here!
Vanyon: No sleep for the tasty.
Faramir: !!! Bad wraith. Naughty wraith. *edges towards the window*
Vanyon: Vampire. *slips closer*
Faramir: Vampires don't exist. *pokes* You do. Therefore you aren't a vampire.
Vanyon: *shows fangs*
Faramir: I can't imagine how many hours those took to sharpen. Very dedicated of you. *bolts window-ward*
Vanyon: *grabs by the leg and drags back* I have to prove myself?
Faramir: *kicks with the other leg, clinging to the windowsill* I'll believe the first bite, really, one's enough...
Vanyon: ow, damnit.
Faramir: Really? *kicks harder, aiming for the chin*
Vanyon: alijklajsas *pins*
Faramir: *lets go of the windowsill and ooofs to the floor* Um, okay, we can discuss this.
Vanyon: we can?
Faramir: *makes ineffective "ffft ffft" claws at you* Yes! I just got back to life. I LIKE living. I haven't even had a decent sandwich yet.
Vanyon: don't have to kill you. Enough for a few meals in you yet. *catches Faramir's hands*
Faramir: *considers how many sharp stakes I can whittle between now and then, and stops fighting* You could have asked. I mean really.
Vanyon: I was overcome with a growling stomach. You know how it is.
Faramir: *twitches* My food doesn't have a pulse.
Vanyon: *bite*
Faramir: *strangled squeak*
Vanyon: *finishes his snack and ties a nice ribbon around Faramir's neck* got the whole family now.
Faramir: *scrabbles back weakly* --what? *eyes go wide* My sister?!
Vanyon: Lovely woman. Bit chatty. *tosses Faramir over his shoulder*
Faramir: dfhgjkhdsgfk. *goes nauseously dizzy head-down*
Vanyon: *drops him off in front of Artamir's room*
Faramir: *conveniently faints*
Vanyon: *heads off to go kick a puppy*