Armand/Daniel: "Daniel tugged at the strands of his hair, threatening to tear them from his scalp and said, 'That's not how it works.'"
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Daniel tugged at the strands of his hair, threatening to tear them from his scalp and said, "That's not how it works."
One of these days, Daniel was going to learn not to leave Armand in front of the television for too long.
The enormous box had been dumped into their living space with no regard for the fact it was too big to go in there and now Daniel had to climb over the contraption within any time he wanted to go to his little galley kitchen or to bed. Armand's solution to pick him up and place him on the other side wasn't sustainable, even if it kept Armand's hands on him and thus, Daniel only complained the minimum amount about having a treadmill thrust on him.
You'd think someone with vampiric strength would have just considered moving it somewhere more convenient, but Daniel wasn't about to point it out.
What he had brought up was that Armand was a vampire, his body would never age nor change, what need did he have of a treadmill? It turned out that he just stood on it till he was pushed off the end of the platform. Daniel had watched him do it ten times before wondering what sort of advertisement he'd seen if this is how he thought it was to be used. Either that or it was bait.
"I'm not getting on that," Daniel grumbled. Too little sleep and the stale taste of cigarette ends left him feeling unwilling to engage this particular farce. "You know how it works, I know you do."
Armand just contined on. "They were used as torturous implements in prisons," he said suddenly. "The mortal ability to turn something once used to inflict an undesirable punishment into some sort of fashionable statement of wealth and health remains a mystery."
Daniel hadn't had nearly enough coffee for this. There wasn't enough coffee in the world for when Armand started placing the neighbourhood rats on nor the bloody aftermath ir produced when they couldn't run fast enough. "You know that's a sign of a serial killer, don't you?"
Armand looked at him, cocking his head ever so slightly before he answered. "I am a serial killer, Daniel."
"The way you kill my patience, I can tell."
It was strange to think about it, but it's true - vampires were the longest running serial killers in history. Maybe the ones who were never caught were secretly vampires. Jack the Ripper. The Zodiac Killer. There'd even been one not far from where he used to live, even though he'd been running around the world at that point.
Armand would know, wouldn't he? Maybe if he could get Armand in a good enough mood, he could ask.
"If you try out the machine, I'll be in an excellent mood."
Right. Of course. No thought remained private around Armand, but curiousity was stoked now and once Daniel got an idea in his head, he couldn't let it go.
