“Lucky for you, we like weird. And squishy,” Val added with a slight hum as Inx kissed the top of her head, feeling rather like a cat who was being petted in a way that she especially liked. And like a cat who was about to get a new toy…She smiled as Cecil agreed to the date, laughing softly, “I am glad that we caught you at such a good time. No other plans or relationships. Its perfect…” she wiggled her dark brows excitedly as she took Inx’s hand, taking half a step away from the zombie so she could look at him more easily.
She nodded solemnly at the mention of their ‘usual dates’, “True. Although thanks to cutie pie here, the instances of those kind of dates have gone down significantly. And maybe now they will continue to…” Val flashed a fanged smile at Cecil, considering where the three of them might go so late a night and still have fun when— -
“All night? Eighteenth century? Museum?”
Those happened to be five of Val’s favorite words in the world. She hummed excitedly and grabbed Cecil’s hand with a squeeze, the vampire doing a little hop ( very rare indeed ) as she grinned, leaning closer to Cecil and considering, just for a moment, kissing him on the cheek. But…thinking better of it. “That is perfect, Cecil, ma chéri. And I will buy you that pretzel. You deserve it for such an idea.” she squeezed the mortal’s hand before letting go, although giving him a lingering look, sobering slightly, “This date will not go bad. I won’t let it.”
Once Val had taken Cecil’s hand, she found it rather hard to let go. An hour later the trio stood in front of canvas with a particular gaudy frame, featuring a bloody recreation of a biblical scene, Val’s cool hand loosely slid into Cecil’s as she cocked her head to one side, eyeing it carefully.
“I think my father owned a painting like this once,” she frowned, stepping slightly closer, hand still linked, “In his study. Always thought it was rather…gruesome. The angel though — -” she turned away from the canvas to look for the large heavily inked former angel who was still lingering a few paintings away, “Inx, darling, come here and tell me if this looks familiar and what you think of this armor. If its accurate…”
She gave Cecil a smile and slight squeeze of his hand as if to silently say — - ‘this is going to be good’.
Cecil had been quiet for a good portion of the exhibit, cramming a good portion of his pretzel into his mouth with one hand, due to Val’s grip on his other one. He’d thankfully gotten dressed, looking rather out of place with his companions for the evening in an oversized knit sweater and his usual gloves. yes, Cecil looked out of place, but it seemed to fit, different with his messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, something too mortal to match with Val and Inx, but too close to reaper to be glaringly different. He fit, albeit oddly, but he still fit. “Wait you dad had this thing?” Cecil blinked, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and glancing up as Val called Inx, the zombie glaring pointedly at a statue bearing a placard denoting it as ‘Michael.’
“Of course he gets a statue, I work my ass off for centuries but yeah let’s give the statues to Tarrence, that’ll help with his ego, that’ll solve the fact his head hardly fits through doorways as it i- Hm? Coming dear.” He paused, walking over and peering at the painting, sticking a tattooed finger out to the point where he was nearly touching the painting. “No, it’s not accurate, where do the wings go? Despite the fact that this is a horrible misrepresentation of.... I’m not even sure who that’s supposed to be, It looks like a horse kicked Samandriel in the nose and they painted that.... but in any case, there’s no holes in the back for wings. we can’t just spawn them through solid metal, we needed something to put them through, logic, it seems failed here- and there! the sword is wrong too! this painting is inaccurate and I hate that Tarrence got a statue and I got jack shit.” Inx huffed, Cecil blinking and leaning over to Val.
“uh, does he do this a lot, because I think maybe we should take him anywhere but a museum if he does.” He reasoned, Inx frowning and crossing his arms. “Aww, chin up dead head, I think you’re special.” He grinned, clapping the zombie on the back with a smirk. “I’m sure there’s plenty of inaccurate paintings of you too, come on, we’ll go find one and you can get mad at a curator for no reason.”
Inx went to say something, but his anger defused and he shoved Cecil playfully. “You’re what, 5′10? I’ll snap you like a twig, Fouler. One motion. no more morgue boy.” he chided, Cecil leaning back and puffing his chest.
“Five feet and ten inches of pure rage! meet me in the pit, Inx, I’ll fight you in the kiddy area, I don’t give a shit.” He snorted, laughing as the larger male ruffled his hair and crossed to hold Val’s other hand. “Is this because I have cheese fingers because I do not blame you in the slightest for not wanting to hold that hand.”
“Eh, shut up.” inx laughed, kissing Val’s nose. “So babe, find anything you’ve seen before? because I’ll tell ya, this place is like the most inaccurate family photo album I’ve ever seen- also, I knew I’d been here before.” he stated, pointing down the hall. “That exhibit room is where I snatched my wings back from, no help from the humans, of course.” he stated, squeezing Val’s hand gently, and giving her a glance that certainly seemed to say ‘things are going better than I thought they would.’
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