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[silenziosa_odio]

Arsene was still asleep, undisturbed by Percy's sudden awakefulness. Though it was possible that the French vampire was simply used to his restlessness. The sun was still trying to peek through the curtains as he moodily popped the cap off a bottle of gin, pouring himself a tall glass. He downed the first glass before he poured a second and moved

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[anson_greene]

A minute or two later, there's a light tap on the door. Anson pushes it open and steps inside. He's shoving his wallet in his back pocket with one hand and clutching two boxes of cookies in the other. He stands in the foyer, looking around. He hasn't been here since Percy sold him to Sam. The place hasn't changed much. There's the same dingy rug on the floor, the same faded pictures on the walls, the same faintly musty smell in the air.

He steps into the living room, hesitating there. He's still getting used to Percy again, getting used to the idea of him. After everything that happened, Anson hadn't thought he'd see the vampire again. Hadn't wanted to. But Percy surprised him with a quiet and markedly unPercylike apology, and a promise not to hurt Anson again. Anson sighs, watching him as he sits there, a glass in one hand and a bottle in the other. Maybe he was telling the truth when he said he was sorry, or maybe Anson's just the world's biggest sucker

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Percy looked up, looking at Anson curiously for a moment, before eying the cookies on his coffee table with a disgusted look. Stupid girls...

"Hi," he said with a grunt, pushing himself up enough to make room for Anson to sit if his wanted. "What brings you here?"

[anson_greene]

Anson shrugs and sits down beside him.

"I was in the neighborhood?"

It feels strange, being in this house again, but now that he's actually here, his tension is easing slightly. Anson's eyes move over Percy, from the sleep-tousled black hair to the slender body clad only in pajama pants. The vampire holds a bottle of gin in one hand, balancing it on his flat stomach. Anson glances at it, then raises an eyebrow, quirking a smile at Percy.

"Breakfast?"

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy grunted a bit, shaking his head as he blinked at Anson. The guy seemed nervous, though it wasn't without reason. It was probably just annoying because the vampire would have rather been asleep.

Setting his bottle aside, Percy downed the glass of gin before brushing a hand through his hair.

"No," he muttered, before glancing at Anson. "Don' worry about it..." Though if he'd been human, he was certain people would have been bitching about his 'drinking habits'.

[anson_greene]

Anson shrugs. Percy's soft rebuke makes him rethink just how unselfish he's being. He wants to ease Percy's pain, if that's possible, but he can't deny his own curiosity about this ageless, enigmatic creature.

"I just wanted you to know you could. If you wanted." He shrugs again and mumbles. "You know, a problem shared is a problem halved and all that."

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"I'm no' telling you." Percy snapped, "I don' have a fuckin' problem I need your help working out. So don' push it..."

He went back to his drink then, content that his point had finally been made clear. And if not, that really only left one last thing to get the point across if it failed.

[anson_greene]

"Okay." Self-preservation kicks in and Anson backs off, his hands held up placatingly. "Just forget I said anything, all right? Christ."

He helps himself to another glass of gin. At this point, he needs one.

"So, what do you wanna talk about? Or do..." He lays a hand cautiously on Percy's arm. "Gotta pass the time somehow."

[silenziosa_odio]

Personally? He rather thought getting pissed covered time pretty well. Percy was not, if Anson had not yet learned, a talker. He didn't like getting to 'know' people. He didn't like people getting to know him. He licked very few things, actually...

"We can do what you want...Just so long as it don' involve talkin'."