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No contest, the worst thing about Alvie's curiously-textbook mutation is the fact that he can't cross a threshold without being specifically invited to do so. Sometimes it's fun to play around with it, standing just inside and waiting for Alvie to display the right amount of puppy face before finally relenting, but there comes a time when all Seth really wants to do is lounge on the couch, knowing all of his welcome visitors have a fuckin' key.
Luckily, Alvie's decent enough to text before coming over, so when there comes a light knocking at his door, Seth at least knows who he'll find when he answers. Sure enough, it's the cute little blood-sucker himself, only a little more put-together than the last time they saw each other: locked in a bloody and teeth-gnashing bar-rules fight in Alvie's own home, holding him back from devouring his own sister. Bygones, Seth supposes.
"Get your ass in here," is Seth's official invitation, and though the words seem callous, they're warm enough with familiar fondness. His open-door policy is well-known to his staff, but the late hour has obviously taken its toll on Seth, and as he turns to lead Alvie inside his bearded jaw stretches wide in a noisy yawn. "Make yourself at home, babe. You need me, I'll be parked on that couch, watching trash TV until I pass out. You hungry?"
