romanov .

Attempting to learn a new hobby.

Hmm.

look at that, a portrait of vernon.

That is indeed what he looked like when he was shifted.

Maybe.. a little more well fed.

well-fed or well-drank.

My ears work just fine, thanks fer’ askin’.

ah! becoming a vampire must've retracted all the elderly limitations, hm?

…Just about, yeah. Awfully hard ‘ta talk shit with all this extra hearing I’ve got now.

I’d watch it.

hm. it's okay, i don't say anything about anyone that i wouldn't say to their face. you weren't missing out on anything pre-vampire hearing, i assure you.

Attempting to learn a new hobby.

Hmm.

look at that, a portrait of vernon.

That is indeed what he looked like when he was shifted.

Maybe.. a little more well fed.

well-fed or well-drank.

My ears work just fine, thanks fer’ askin’.

ah! becoming a vampire must've retracted all the elderly limitations, hm?

Attempting to learn a new hobby.

Hmm.

look at that, a portrait of vernon.

That is indeed what he looked like when he was shifted.

Maybe.. a little more well fed.

well-fed or well-drank.

Attempting to learn a new hobby.

Hmm.

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look at that, a portrait of vernon.

What’s your current opinion on Frank now?

ah... i should've expected this.

Anya? Gods, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? You didn’t drink anything, did you? Any cuts?

The little bastard.

@metal-mouth-vamp

i'm alright, mortimer. i hardly got a chance to hold the glass, let alone drink any, thanks for that, horologium.

are you okay? you're bleeding a little...

I didn’t even realize. I’ll be alright, sweetheart. He’s got a weak arm.

I’ll fetch you another top, and a few napkins.

i'll be fine, i can fix myself up in a minute, it's nothing more than a ruined sweater afterall; i seriously think you should fix your bleeding up just in case.

..if you insist, I suppose I have no choice.

Someone please throw those dreadful sausages in the garbage.

hah, after i let them marinate all night? tight ship you run here, i see.

I apologize, but they’ve left a sour taste in my mouth. His blood didn’t help.

I need a palette cleanser.

well, there's a $200 merlot on the table that, as long as you stay away from empathy daemons and teenage cultists and assuming vernon hasn't drank it all already, should go down rather smoothly.

A fuckin ‘thank you’ works too, ya old hag.

you'll have a bill for the wine in two weeks.

Better than mort gettin a payment for life insurance.

the wine probably cost more than any life insurance policy on me would payout, so i have the upperhand here.

Anya? Gods, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? You didn’t drink anything, did you? Any cuts?

The little bastard.

@metal-mouth-vamp

i'm alright, mortimer. i hardly got a chance to hold the glass, let alone drink any, thanks for that, horologium.

are you okay? you're bleeding a little...

I didn’t even realize. I’ll be alright, sweetheart. He’s got a weak arm.

I’ll fetch you another top, and a few napkins.

i'll be fine, i can fix myself up in a minute, it's nothing more than a ruined sweater afterall; i seriously think you should fix your bleeding up just in case.

..if you insist, I suppose I have no choice.

Someone please throw those dreadful sausages in the garbage.

hah, after i let them marinate all night? tight ship you run here, i see.

I apologize, but they’ve left a sour taste in my mouth. His blood didn’t help.

I need a palette cleanser.

well, there's a $200 merlot on the table that, as long as you stay away from empathy daemons and teenage cultists and assuming vernon hasn't drank it all already, should go down rather smoothly.

A fuckin ‘thank you’ works too, ya old hag.

you'll have a bill for the wine in two weeks.

Anya? Gods, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? You didn’t drink anything, did you? Any cuts?

The little bastard.

@metal-mouth-vamp

i'm alright, mortimer. i hardly got a chance to hold the glass, let alone drink any, thanks for that, horologium.

are you okay? you're bleeding a little...

I didn’t even realize. I’ll be alright, sweetheart. He’s got a weak arm.

I’ll fetch you another top, and a few napkins.

i'll be fine, i can fix myself up in a minute, it's nothing more than a ruined sweater afterall; i seriously think you should fix your bleeding up just in case.

..if you insist, I suppose I have no choice.

Someone please throw those dreadful sausages in the garbage.

hah, after i let them marinate all night? tight ship you run here, i see.

I apologize, but they’ve left a sour taste in my mouth. His blood didn’t help.

I need a palette cleanser.

well, there's a $200 merlot on the table that, as long as you stay away from empathy daemons and teenage cultists and assuming vernon hasn't drank it all already, should go down rather smoothly.

Anya? Gods, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? You didn’t drink anything, did you? Any cuts?

The little bastard.

@metal-mouth-vamp

i'm alright, mortimer. i hardly got a chance to hold the glass, let alone drink any, thanks for that, horologium.

are you okay? you're bleeding a little...

I didn’t even realize. I’ll be alright, sweetheart. He’s got a weak arm.

I’ll fetch you another top, and a few napkins.

i'll be fine, i can fix myself up in a minute, it's nothing more than a ruined sweater afterall; i seriously think you should fix your bleeding up just in case.

..if you insist, I suppose I have no choice.

Someone please throw those dreadful sausages in the garbage.

hah, after i let them marinate all night? tight ship you run here, i see.

Anya? Gods, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? You didn’t drink anything, did you? Any cuts?

The little bastard.

@metal-mouth-vamp

i'm alright, mortimer. i hardly got a chance to hold the glass, let alone drink any, thanks for that, horologium.

are you okay? you're bleeding a little...

I didn’t even realize. I’ll be alright, sweetheart. He’s got a weak arm.

I’ll fetch you another top, and a few napkins.

i'll be fine, i can fix myself up in a minute, it's nothing more than a ruined sweater afterall; i seriously think you should fix your bleeding up just in case.

Anya? Gods, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? You didn’t drink anything, did you? Any cuts?

The little bastard.

@metal-mouth-vamp

i'm alright, mortimer. i hardly got a chance to hold the glass, let alone drink any, thanks for that, horologium.

are you okay? you're bleeding a little...

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Are you okay? I’m not seeing any cuts—but, if you need a quick heal I’d be happy to help!

…Talk about timing, though. It seems like we’re always getting sent for a loop these days, haha.

Anyway—do you want to sit down on the couch for a breather? While we clean all the mess up, of course.

— 🍒

ah... i'm okay, i think.

[ she sighs, running a hand through her hair and shaking her head. ]

i'd hate for all this food to go to waste, especially after you so graciously helped me finish it. i also haven't gotten to actually taste any of that $200 merlot...

thank you, nadine, but i think i'm alright.

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Well, this is dinner. Thank you all for making an appearance. Are we ready to eat?

Yeah, yeah.

What the hell are we toastin to?

No 😀😀😀 clue!!!

I vote the lovebirds. Kam and Nadine, I mean. Everyone here’s a lovebird except for Vernon and Frank.

…Real kind’a you to mention, bud.

But, if it gets me outta doin’ it, I’m not one’ta complain.

I see.

[Kam feels a gentle nudge from Nadine, who ushers them to their cup.]

[Logi shoots to his feet, smacking Anya’s glass out of her hand.]

@quietintrusion

Don’t drink that!

[ anya flinches, stumbling to her feet and knocking her chair over with the movement as the liquid spills down the front of her sweater. she pauses, her hands held up a little as some of the drink dripped from the tips of her fingers. she huffs, shaking out her hands. ]

lovely. lovely. you make an effort to make amends and get a drink thrown on you in response.

[He shakes his head, glancing around the room.]

There’s somethin goin on. Something’s not right.

[He stumbles over, grabbing the glass and running his finger along the bottom of the glass, hissing as he touches the powdery substance.]

Hey, hotdog boy? You wanna explain?

[ anya narrows her eyes, scoffing and running her palms over the front of her jeans to dry them. ]

look, i get that you're hesitant to be in a room with most of us after everything that happened, i don't necessarily fault you for it, but it gets to a point. i'm sure it's just residue from the drink, there's no need to make a mess and try to start arguments on christmas.

[His head snaps back to her, huffing.]

Get over yourself! This isn’t residue from the drink, dammit!

[He glances around the room.]

Mort. Mort, come on. You’re a smart guy. At least look at this??

…if this is a joke, it isn’t funny.

[He reaches over, taking the glass to examine it.]

This- what?

This is arsenic.

[ anya scoffs, peeking into the glass. ]

there's no way you can figure that out just from looking at it. i'm sure you're mistaken.

[ she glances over to frank, her eyebrows furrowing. ]

right?

I—

It’s—

[Frank’s eyes dart around the room frantically—settling on the wrapped utensils beside his plate. His words trail off, as sweat beats down his face.]

You don’t understand. I needed this to be quick. I—can’t—

[Frank, in desperation, grabs the steak-knife, lunging over the table straightforward into Anya’s direction.]

[Mortimer jolts to his feet, reaching roughly for Franks scruff. He tries his best to shove Frank into the table before he reaches Anya, his breath heaving.]

Enough! Whats the matter with you?!

[Frank is pushed over to the foot of the table, dishes clattering to the floor. Nadine rushes over to Anya’s side during the commotion.]

I have to do this. Why couldn’t you just—

[He attempts to lunge again, using his arms as a boost.]

—make it easy for me!

[Mort hisses as he feels the knife edge bite into his shoulder. He sidesteps another lunge, throwing a sideways punch towards Franks gut.]

What are you talking about??

Put the damn knife down you ungrateful little shit!

[Frank steps back upon impact, clutching his side. His tongue is held—knowing the potential consequences.]

I can’t.

[ anya searches his face uncomfortably, swallowing past the nervous lump in her throat. her gaze shifts between his face and the blade and she clenches and unclenches her jaw in thought for a moment. ]

is- is this closeknit something? because i- i get it, believe me, i get it, we can... i don't know, work something out. it wasn't that hard for me to slip past their radar, anyway, i'm sure i can do the same for you.

Well, this is dinner. Thank you all for making an appearance. Are we ready to eat?

Yeah, yeah.

What the hell are we toastin to?

No 😀😀😀 clue!!!

I vote the lovebirds. Kam and Nadine, I mean. Everyone here’s a lovebird except for Vernon and Frank.

…Real kind’a you to mention, bud.

But, if it gets me outta doin’ it, I’m not one’ta complain.

I see.

[Kam feels a gentle nudge from Nadine, who ushers them to their cup.]

[Logi shoots to his feet, smacking Anya’s glass out of her hand.]

@quietintrusion

Don’t drink that!

[ anya flinches, stumbling to her feet and knocking her chair over with the movement as the liquid spills down the front of her sweater. she pauses, her hands held up a little as some of the drink dripped from the tips of her fingers. she huffs, shaking out her hands. ]

lovely. lovely. you make an effort to make amends and get a drink thrown on you in response.

[He shakes his head, glancing around the room.]

There’s somethin goin on. Something’s not right.

[He stumbles over, grabbing the glass and running his finger along the bottom of the glass, hissing as he touches the powdery substance.]

Hey, hotdog boy? You wanna explain?

[ anya narrows her eyes, scoffing and running her palms over the front of her jeans to dry them. ]

look, i get that you're hesitant to be in a room with most of us after everything that happened, i don't necessarily fault you for it, but it gets to a point. i'm sure it's just residue from the drink, there's no need to make a mess and try to start arguments on christmas.

[His head snaps back to her, huffing.]

Get over yourself! This isn’t residue from the drink, dammit!

[He glances around the room.]

Mort. Mort, come on. You’re a smart guy. At least look at this??

…if this is a joke, it isn’t funny.

[He reaches over, taking the glass to examine it.]

This- what?

This is arsenic.

[ anya scoffs, peeking into the glass. ]

there's no way you can figure that out just from looking at it. i'm sure you're mistaken.

[ she glances over to frank, her eyebrows furrowing. ]

right?

I—

It’s—

[Frank’s eyes dart around the room frantically—settling on the wrapped utensils beside his plate. His words trail off, as sweat beats down his face.]

You don’t understand. I needed this to be quick. I—can’t—

[Frank, in desperation, grabs the steak-knife, lunging over the table straightforward into Anya’s direction.]

[ anya's eyes widen as she tracks his movement, flinching in response. she stumbles back and her feet catch on the chair at her ankles, nearly taking her down. ]

wait, wait-!

Well, this is dinner. Thank you all for making an appearance. Are we ready to eat?

Yeah, yeah.

What the hell are we toastin to?

No 😀😀😀 clue!!!

I vote the lovebirds. Kam and Nadine, I mean. Everyone here’s a lovebird except for Vernon and Frank.

…Real kind’a you to mention, bud.

But, if it gets me outta doin’ it, I’m not one’ta complain.

I see.

[Kam feels a gentle nudge from Nadine, who ushers them to their cup.]

[Logi shoots to his feet, smacking Anya’s glass out of her hand.]

@quietintrusion

Don’t drink that!

[ anya flinches, stumbling to her feet and knocking her chair over with the movement as the liquid spills down the front of her sweater. she pauses, her hands held up a little as some of the drink dripped from the tips of her fingers. she huffs, shaking out her hands. ]

lovely. lovely. you make an effort to make amends and get a drink thrown on you in response.

[He shakes his head, glancing around the room.]

There’s somethin goin on. Something’s not right.

[He stumbles over, grabbing the glass and running his finger along the bottom of the glass, hissing as he touches the powdery substance.]

Hey, hotdog boy? You wanna explain?

[ anya narrows her eyes, scoffing and running her palms over the front of her jeans to dry them. ]

look, i get that you're hesitant to be in a room with most of us after everything that happened, i don't necessarily fault you for it, but it gets to a point. i'm sure it's just residue from the drink, there's no need to make a mess and try to start arguments on christmas.

[His head snaps back to her, huffing.]

Get over yourself! This isn’t residue from the drink, dammit!

[He glances around the room.]

Mort. Mort, come on. You’re a smart guy. At least look at this??

…if this is a joke, it isn’t funny.

[He reaches over, taking the glass to examine it.]

This- what?

This is arsenic.

[ anya scoffs, peeking into the glass. ]

there's no way you can figure that out just from looking at it. i'm sure you're mistaken.

[ she glances over to frank, her eyebrows furrowing. ]

right?

Well, this is dinner. Thank you all for making an appearance. Are we ready to eat?

Yeah, yeah.

What the hell are we toastin to?

No 😀😀😀 clue!!!

I vote the lovebirds. Kam and Nadine, I mean. Everyone here’s a lovebird except for Vernon and Frank.

…Real kind’a you to mention, bud.

But, if it gets me outta doin’ it, I’m not one’ta complain.

I see.

[Kam feels a gentle nudge from Nadine, who ushers them to their cup.]

[Logi shoots to his feet, smacking Anya’s glass out of her hand.]

@quietintrusion

Don’t drink that!

[ anya flinches, stumbling to her feet and knocking her chair over with the movement as the liquid spills down the front of her sweater. she pauses, her hands held up a little as some of the drink dripped from the tips of her fingers. she huffs, shaking out her hands. ]

lovely. lovely. you make an effort to make amends and get a drink thrown on you in response.

[He shakes his head, glancing around the room.]

There’s somethin goin on. Something’s not right.

[He stumbles over, grabbing the glass and running his finger along the bottom of the glass, hissing as he touches the powdery substance.]

Hey, hotdog boy? You wanna explain?