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After leaving the park, Leo gets back into his conveniently tinted-windowed car. (Functional, but not conspicuously nice; this is Chicago.)
"Well," he says wryly, "that was fun."
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needle-in-echo-groove
"There aren't that many escaping the first two. But, you know, humans breed like... like humans, is how I'd traditionally say it, I guess 'bunnies' might work?"
needle-in-echo-groove
Leo pats Milo's shin comfortingly, then gets back to his book.
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Meanwhile:
Buttercup returns to Harry's apartment, bearing grocery bags!
His first words to Harry are, "I wanna bake you a cake, can I bake you a cake?"
Buttercup returns to Harry's apartment, bearing grocery bags!
His first words to Harry are, "I wanna bake you a cake, can I bake you a cake?"
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"Cool. In that case, you're getting cake. I will intimidate your oven into cooperating."
He puts down the groceries and retrieves a Mandatory Fluffy Sweater and puts it on and gives Harry a hug. This makes the umptieth time he has had to restrain himself from kissing Harry on the cheek since they figured out about the burny thing.
He puts down the groceries and retrieves a Mandatory Fluffy Sweater and puts it on and gives Harry a hug. This makes the umptieth time he has had to restrain himself from kissing Harry on the cheek since they figured out about the burny thing.
fortheliving
Harry has accidentally touched Buttercup a handful of times, and has been wincing somewhat less each time; it's not exactly comfortable, though. His restraint is appreciated.
fortheliving
Harry proceeds to be aware that he can't cook for shit, and retreat to his work cave for work reasons instead of embarrassing himself trying to help!
needle-in-echo-groove
While the cake is in the process of baking, the doorbell rings!
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Buttercup answers it.
"Oh, hi! It's the extremely cute guy and his vampire friend! What's up?"
"Oh, hi! It's the extremely cute guy and his vampire friend! What's up?"
needle-in-echo-groove
"We've been invited over for pizza and so Milo's cat can have a playdate with pixies, apparently. Is that cake? ...Is that a cast-iron oven?"
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"Yes and yes!"
Milo's cat pads daintily across the threshold and bumps her head against Buttercup's leg.
"Aww, what a cutie," he says, crouching down to pet her. "Well, Harry's busy, but in the meantime you can c'mon in and await the cake. Does your kind of vampire even eat cake?"
Milo's cat pads daintily across the threshold and bumps her head against Buttercup's leg.
"Aww, what a cutie," he says, crouching down to pet her. "Well, Harry's busy, but in the meantime you can c'mon in and await the cake. Does your kind of vampire even eat cake?"
needle-in-echo-groove
"Dietary restrictions forbid, I'm afraid. Did you seriously just invite me in? That could have gone poorly."
first-and-final
"I know the feeling," says Milo, stepping inside. Cath climbs up to his shoulder so that Buttercup will not have to crouch to pet her.
needle-in-echo-groove
"Uh, still kind of confused by your not knowing about thresholds, considering you're a vampire. I mean, even the Whites get some explanation, right?"
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"I ran away from home, probably missed the intro lecture that way," he shrugs.
needle-in-echo-groove
"Ah. The Raiths lose more kids that way, I swear. Sure, systematic child abuse sounds great on paper, but put it in practice and you just don't get consistent results."
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Buttercup snickers. "Damn right. Anyway, it's a tragedy that you can't have any of my delicious cake." He looks at Milo. "You can, right?"
needle-in-echo-groove
"It's a tragedy, yes. I wonder, though... White Court blood always looks so fascinating. And I've never tasted it. That'd be some consolation."