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You are mortal, she is of elvenkind

Interspecies Love Meme

Vampires and humans. Angels and demons. Ghosts and the living. The idea of "opposites attracting" is hardly a new one, but with the rise in popularity of supernatural creatures, aliens, and other sentient beings beyond our human understanding, the forbidden romance trope has been injected a shot of fresh blood- sometimes quite literally.

This meme does just that, taking the whole "not meant for each other" thing to it's most logical extreme. Of course, it's not always angst and depression. These days, mermaids and bird-people can have their relationships in peace to some degree.

Rules

Comment with your character, putting any preferences you have (ie, "humanoid characters only," F/M, etc). Also, be sure to note your character's "species" for others to reference (Name | Character | OTA | Human, ghost, mutant, alien, vampire, god, zombie-catgirl hybrid, etc).
Reply to others. If your characters aren't different species, feel free to AU or anything else like that.
Use the rng to determine your prompt.
Also I didn't think I needed to say this, but be excellent to each other. Dick comments and anon bullying are not on.

Prompts

Meeting: Did you know there were, I don't know, werewolves before this? Or maybe you thought all aliens were evil. Will this...thing change your perception?
Falling in Love: You know you're not the same, but your feelings don't care.
Self-Hate: Perhaps you're mad at the being you're in love with, yet you're more angry at yourself.
Can't Be Together: Whether for self-inflicted reasons or societal rules, you can't be in love with who your heart has chosen and it's putting a strain on you.
Pushing You Away: Things are getting too intense, and for both of your sake, you want to make friend/crush/lover hate you.
Beauty & the Beast: One of you is beautiful, the other hideous. Maybe, though, the beautiful one is ugly in the eyes of society, depending on where you live. Whatever the case is, you don't look the same.
Confession: Screw the rules, you're going to tell that sweet girl/guy/other how you feel! What can go wrong? Or this is something you've put a lot of thought into and you're scared, but you're going to do it.
First Time...or Not: Finally, the two of you are taking the next step and getting physical. It may go off without a hitch, depending on your...you know, or- OH GOD, HOW IS THAT GOING TO GO IN HERE. Wait, you have a...?
The Kinky Option: Hey, maybe being different will pay off. Think about it. A long tongue? Ghost powers? Sounds like it could be fun in the bedroom.
Prejudice: "What are you doing with that dirty monster?" "You know we can't be involved with humans!" "We don't take kindly to your type around here." Why can't people just leave you two be?
Facing Your Instinct: It's hard to be with someone when you want to suck their blood. Or eat their brains. Or possess them.
Because of Me: Your lover has been dragged into your fight or hurt by others of your kind. Now they're in the crossfire.
Standing Up For You: Hey, knock it off! I don't care what you think, he's perfect in my eyes.
You Don't Know You're Beautiful: The fluffy option where you're trying to make your loved one see just how much you care and how they're beautiful to you, no matter what.
Gifts: Show your affection with a gift from your culture.
Starting a Family: Can you even reproduce? Is it something you want to consider? Perhaps it's new ground to tread, so you'll have to be the first to think about it.
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“What about the single ones?” Dante put one hand on his shoulder and then drew it up almost two feet in the air. “The ones that have an elephant tusk on them?” Yeah, he was just teasing Chris now. No shoulder pads; got it. Hell, he was pretty much good with what Chris normally wore; Dante wasn’t much of a costume person. (Why bother going through the effort when it all came off anyways?)

But since he was being nice here… “What look would you slap me with?” Might as well do the rare and toss himself up on the proverbial mockery altar. It was with Chris; he felt comfortable around the man. Catching the sight of his hand rubbing at his face, Dante made a mental note to take a razor into the shower tonight. Might not help with not being sexy (considering last time he shaved Chris, they had sex in the damn chair).

Truthfully, Dante wasn’t one to make small talk outside of trash talking his opponent or hitting up people in bars and strip clubs. This kind of stupid chatter was rare for him, but it felt nice. Got Chris out of the heavier thoughts, passed the time, he wasn’t being bored with his gun (or frustrated by mistakes) and Chris wasn’t dragging his face down the computer screen. Maybe they would survive a 5-day coop up.

“Right right. We’ll wait on the heavier stuff.” He wasn’t going to say the heavier stuff might not wait on them, however. For all he knew, a demon could show up knocking on the door calling “Room service!” with a demonic chainsaw a second later.

"No." Chris was not wearing anything like that. He'd poke his own damn eye out with something that big. Clearly, Dante was teasing him but man, the idea of it was crazy. He tried to look stern but probably ruined it with him smiling a little bit.

"Oh, that's easy. Nothing. Maybe a speedo for modesty's sake but yeah, nothing is clearly preferable." Chris had the same thoughts as Dante. Why dress up if it was all going to come off? Might as well have Dante dressed like a harem boy and quick and easy to take off.

If something came at them Dante was there. Chris would do his best as well and probably tear his stitches out in the process but he wouldn't go down without a fight. "Yeah, it's going to be awhile. God, I won't be able to work out." Ugh, Chris hated not working out. It disrupted his routine and he'd lose some muscle mass. He did have some to spare though.

Not if the pointy parts were a foot over his head… unless he got really creative or something. Dante snickered at the flat “no” anyways and shrugged in a far from innocent manner. A brow arched at Chris’ other answer and he popped his head up, chin resting on his palm as he looked at the man. If he had a tail, it’d be flicking back and forth in that smug way.

“Guess we both think alike then. Because that’s my favorite too.” His eyes took an inappropriate wander down Chris’ body, as if he could see right through his clothes. Which he technically could; he’d seen him naked enough by now. “You know, I’ve never worn a speedo before.” He’d be interested to see how it fit. Oh he’d worn briefs and stuff for the sexual encounters (by request) before, but never actually an official swimwear type.

The Nephilim pulled a face at Chris’ momentary groan of disappointment. “Dude. It’s one shoulder. How does a fucked shoulder prevent you from working out your legs and stomach?” Hell, he could practically work out anything on his body that didn’t sit in the area between his elbow and neck on one side. (In his admittedly-limited medical understanding.)

"Funny how that works," he said with a dry chuckle. Yeah, he didn't mind Dante giving him inappropriate looks and imagining him naked. As long as he did it from the bed and didn't try to drag him into bed distracting him.

Although thinking about Dante in a speedo was pretty distracting. It really would look good on Dante with his narrow hips and perfect ass. "You'd look really good in one. Don't know if it could contain your junk though."

Well, if it was big enough to contain Dante's nice sized dick it might not be tight enough to hug Dante's ass...

"Jesus, I've got to stop thinking about this." He shifted in his seat and ignored the growing throb between his legs. He really needed to focus on his work.

Dante asked a good question though. "I can work out certain parts but there are a lot of muscles that pull at the back and shoulders. I should take it easy." His usual workout was pretty intense and he tried to work out his whole body but of course his shoulders showed what his favorite workouts were.

“If it’s anything like a brief, then it just depends on how I situate it.” Dante deliberately lifted his hips and situated them a few inches above the bed before lowering back down. Whether he had a “problem” down there or not was up to Chris’ mind to wonder about. But he was definitely having fun with this. “I look good in anything. Look even better in nothing.” Chris knew that real well by now, obviously. And he was pretty damn sure the other man looked good in a speedo as well.

A purring chuckle rumbled over the parts of his gun when Chris muttered to himself. So much for dividing attention. Dante dropped his focus back to the gun, grinning as he picked up another piece and went to work again. At least the sun was dropping now, yellow light turning towards the orangish gold.

He gave a few bits of silence to let the tension and heat dwindle. “Guess we’ll find out what parts mess with your shoulder then.” Because he wasn’t about to watch Chris not do any exercise or workout over a shoulder injury. (Well, he would, but he knew it bothered his partner, so better to try and help make it happen.) “Can always just do cardio for a while.”

As the light changed Chris knew it was probably time to wind down. Dante had been very patient most of the day and done a pretty good job at keeping himself entertained while Chris worked.

"Why don't you turn on the room service menu? See what you want for dinner. We'll order soon." Chris figured they'd be waiting for awhile so they might as well order before they got hungry. "Get whatever you want."

It was on the BSAA credit card, after all.

"I'm going to wrap up in an hour or so." Then Dante could distract him as much as he wanted.

Honestly, without Dante he'd keep working and probably stay up way too late working on stuff. His partner right there not able to focus on stuff for long might actually be a benefit to Chris. His life wouldn't be work twenty-four-seven.

"And then we can revisit that whole speedo thing." That hip thing Dante had done was really distracting.

“I will when I’m done with this.” Dante only had three more pieces to go and he was focused. Luckily they weren’t really dirty or tiny, so it didn’t take long. Of course, that meant he had to start working on putting everything back together after a final sweep through. But that could wait while he rolled over to prop himself on one elbow and sling a beam from the remote to the TV like a wizard throwing a magic spell.

“Booze, booze, boiled anchovies wrapped in kale, and a six pack. Sound good to you?” Dante rolled his head on his shoulders and smirked at Chris. Get whatever he wanted, his ass. Damn, when’d he get in such a teasing mood? Must be the gun cleaning zen mode thing.

He let the joke sit for a little while, then went back to the TV menu again and began actually browsing the options. It wasn’t a huge spread though. Plenty of take-out and order-in options, but those were basically ordering from another restaurant via the hotel’s proxy. Might as well just call the number and place it himself… Speedo thing. Check.

“The Italian place has a special on lasagna and salad. With breadsticks.” He didn’t want to go for a pizza, lest Chris give him the biggest eye roll. “Hey, they got a smoothie place too.”

"Jokes on you I like anchovies. Especially made into a spread with olives." Chris had picked up that dish in Spain when he had gone there for work. He would absolutely try boiled anchovies wrapped in kale. It sounded nice and healthy. Dante would probably be the loser in any food dare he tried. Chris was not a picky eater.

"Lasagna is good." Chris was a little surprised Dante didn't get pizza but his lover was full of surprises. "You don't want anything else? You usually eat a lot."

It was a nice big meal, sure, but Dante seemed to eat half his weight. Chris was serious about him ordering whatever he wanted. Maybe Dante needed a little nudge?

"Hey, see if they've got chicken wings." Chris would eat those and more salad to stay healthy-ish but hopefully it motivated Dante to get what he wanted like Chris said. "I want some of those."

“Seriously?” While he wasn’t picky about his food and he’d eat whatever, he still had preferences. Anchovies were not part of his preferences. “I’d rather eat spam.” A spread made out of anchovies just sounded… wrong. Who spread meat? Then again, Chris had eaten a lot more variety of food than he had; he’d know better what was good or not. “Remind me to put it on the pizza next time.”

He cycled back to the Italian menu and scanned through it to see if they had chicken wings. “Not on this menu.” The smoothie place did, after a quick check. “There they are.” Truth be told, pizza reminded him of his trailer and he kind of didn’t want to think about that right now.

“The lasagna’s two for one. And they’re big.” Like the aluminum tray pans for the church parties kind of big. But he put in an order for the chicken wings anyways. (And slipped in a small pizza since it was staring him in the face.) “You want a smoothie or something else?” The Italian place had their Italian lemonade but fuck that price. He’d go get two or three two-liter bottles for the price of one pitcher of that stuff.

"I'll find some spam musubi for you next time we're in New York then." Chris had nothing against spam. He'd eat it and when it was grilled and put on sushi rice? Hell yes, that was good. There was so much he wanted to show Dante, so many things to try and experience.

They were going to have leftovers, maybe, but luckily there was a little mini-fridge in the room. Even with Dante's appetite Chris expected that much food would hang around. "Yeah, sure. Get me a kale one." He grinned at Dante.

They would completely binge tonight. Chris had a decent amount of work done and more importantly a better idea of how to go forward from here. Tomorrow, he would narrow down his focus and go through the data with a more refined idea of what he was looking for.

It was a good day of work even though he hadn't punched anything in the face or fired a shot.

“Spam musubi?” Dante scrunched his face at the TV screen at the very sound of that. Like American crashed into Japanese with that pair of words. But if Chris thought it was good, he’d just give a shrug and try whatever the man put in his mouth. Once you’ve been on the streets dumpster diving (or eating gruel in the orphanage), everything else in the world suddenly became real tolerable, if not good by proxy.

A few more clicks and then keying in their room number as all it took to get the order sent out. Yeah, those were going to be some obvious leftovers in their little fridge, but Italian food normally did really well served cold the next day. And yes, Chris got a kale smoothing. “My boyfriend’s a monster…”

Who wanted to drink something that looked like blended spinach? Or snot. “Do I put in your card number here, pay at the front desk, or wait for the delivery person to charge it at our door?” Of course they could do cash, but Chris already mentioned credit, so he figured it’d be plastic.

"Yeah, something I tried in Hawaii. It's good." Chris figured there was a lot of food out there Dante needed to try considering how he seemed to live off of only pizza. He didn't expect Dante would like everything but it would be fun. Maybe he'd discover something he loved more than pizza.

He rolled his eyes. "I like vegetables. That's not a crime." Chris wasn't obsessed with healthy eating but he was careful. Dante had seen that. A little something to offset the junk food they kept eating was a good idea.

"We'll pay at the front desk. I'll make an expense report but I'd rather keep the use to a minimum." One charge at the end of a stay wouldn't be noticed the same as a few charges . He wanted to keep their presence quiet so less use of the BSAA card.

"Hey." He got his wallet out of his back pocket and tossed it at Dante. "Tip the guy in cash when he gets here."

Dante could decide what was a good tip. Chris had a good wad of cash because cash disappeared in terms of tracking money.

“How was Hawaii? All pineapples, pork, beaches, and girls in grass skirts?” The man only knew it based off travelers brochures, so might as well ask someone who’d been there. And fat chance on Dante liking something more than pizza. Food wise. He practically spent his teenage years inhaling the stuff. Ironically not ramen noodles.

“There’s a difference between a head of broccoli and liquified green sludge.” Just like people who were fine eating hotdogs wouldn’t dare touch the pink slime as it came slopping out of the tube. Surprise! But hey, if was Chris’ smoothie. Dante liked smoothies as well, since they reminded him of sundaes. His was a strawberry, banana, vanilla one, for that reason.

“Sure.” He selected the ‘pay at front’ option and sent the entire order off. Lasagna, salad, breadsticks, chicken wings, and smoothies. A good haul for the price it came to. Dante was, after all, more quantity over quality when it came to food. His background saw to that explicitly.

The Nephilim caught the wallet out of the air and flipped it open with two fingers. A few flicks through the bills and he slipped out fifteen. Ten for normal tip and five for the delivery service. Now just hoping these two points of contacts didn’t turn out to be demons. Always a chance here in Limbo City… “Got it.” And tossed the wallet back after folding it up.

"I only saw it around an Air Force base and not the really tourist-y areas." Though there were a lot of tourist-y themes around because that sort of what airmen expected. Chris hadn't gotten any real time to explore. "I did have some great roast pork though."

"Eh, can't be as bad as the green demon come I apparently had." Chris figured they would make jokes about that for awhile. The only other option was be disgusted and that wouldn't make the situation better.

He caught the wallet and put it back in his pocket. "Once the food gets here I'll stop working."

And they could spend time together eating a meal. It would almost be like before expect they were hiding out from the forces of the city.

"You still want to help me shower?" They could do that after dinner.

“What, the Air Force doesn’t let the soldiers go exploring?” Dante didn’t know much about the military, mostly experienced in police forces and SWAT teams during his escapades. He quirked a brow as two more gun pieces slipped back together in his hand. “That sounds good. Hard to go wrong with pork.”

“Yeah but kale’s not going to pull your shoulder together in a few seconds. Beat that.” Not unless it was really really really concentrated kale with some weird super serum shit shot up into it. Which… might be interesting.

Hopefully once the food got here, he’d be done with his pistols. Ivory was almost back together, but then he had to go redo Ebony and get the parts he missed. Fuck. “Uh-huh. Unless you think that’s too dangerous.”

"You get leave but I wasn't there long. I got shipped to Texas after less than two months there." Chris had been kind of a pain in the ass of his superiors out there. He wanted them to be better and then after Texas things got really tense between him and superior officers.

He chuckled. "I mean, you've got a point. It does help me stay healthy though. Your come is the only supernatural kind I want." That was more than enough for Chris even if it didn't help heal major injuries. Dante's was a lot more fun.

A shower too dangerous? In terms of self control maybe but Chris was pretty sure one bad move on his part and scream of pain would bring that back. "I think we can manage to behave ourselves to a reasonable amount of action. Or inaction, I guess."

And after the last few hours they've had Chris would like a chance to just fool around with his lover. A shower would be a chance to breathe for both of them.

“Damn. Such a short time. Hardly get to see anything at all.” Yeah that was sarcasm there. This was why Dante would never be a military person. No respect whatsoever. He would’ve applauded Chris’ treatment of his superiors for that exact same reason. Still, the food sounded good.

“Sorry mine doesn’t come with the healing bonus. Otherwise we would’ve had a real inappropriate car ride to Vergil’s place.” Kat might’ve lost all her blood to her face due to “treatment” in the backseat. Better than letting Chris bleed out on the drive, right? (And Dante wouldn’t have had to take the wheel either.) Still, baring emergencies, he made a mental note not to shove any green orbs or stars down Chris’ throat.

Yeah the self-control was the part he was referencing. But if Chris thought they could go for it, hell if Dante was turning it down. “Sure. Sounds good to me.” He was pretty confident they could do something fun without sending Chris to the nearest surgeon. “Probably should eat first.” Lasagna in the bathtub was not a “romantic bathroom dinner” in his opinion…

"It's work, you know? Not a vacation even though it's in a beautiful place." Chris could never see Dante in the military. He only worked for the BSAA because of Chris and personal loyalty. It would never be to a larger cause or the greater good. Dante was a reluctant hero at best.

Chris wondered why Dante's body fluids didn't have the same properties. There had to be some refining process that brought out whatever caused healing, he thought, but maybe a little was transferring over. It was so slight that it wasn't noticeable. "Christ, that's... a hell of a mental image."

Poor Kat.

Even if they just stood in the shower kissing and touching under the spray of water Chris would be happy. He had gotten used to some sort of sexual contact over the time with Dante. He was most excited to sleep in the same bed as Dante because he was a cuddle slut. "Oh yeah, we're eating first. I figure a full stomach and a shower will put me right to sleep."

If an orgasm happened Chris might definitely fall asleep no matter how sore his shoulder was.

Very reluctant. And angry. Sarcastic and crude and basically a walking middle finger of a hero. He just didn’t like demons. Human scumbags? Eh, if he felt like it or saw them actively abusing “innocent” people. But that also might be more middle finger to society mode. Chris was a real trooper for sticking with him for so long and believing in the good heart buried under his shit.

“Wouldn’t know,” Dante shrugged. He snickered when Chris practically admitted he was thinking about that. “I really don’t think you’re getting a cure-all blowjob from me after each mission.” It was an interesting thought! And if it did work, then yeah, Dante would be very agreeable to it. But… he really doubted it. And now, he wasn’t in the mindset to go wondering (much less asking) why.

“Guess I’ll have to make sure you get to bed and not drown in the tub.” He looked forward to sleeping beside Chris as well. The whole separate bed thing at the Order's safehouse just felt weird. Guess sleeping next to someone for several weeks established a new normal. ~~Cuddle slut. Good one.~~

Dante finished slotting the last piece in and gave Ivory a few cocks before aiming and “firing” dry around the room. Didn’t hurt the gun, obviously, despite most gun people frowning on such usage. And with that, Ivory was done! Now, only Ebony again to try and get that broken down and fine-cleaned before the food got here.

He had a goal line now and got to work.

"No, the blowjob will be for different reasons," Chris said like they were just discussing the weather and not sexual acts. He had experienced it before where after fighting for his life and almost dying he needed to do something to feel alive and good so sex. He first met Dante in that sort of state and it worked out well. "I'm not after your dick for medicine."

Dante would have to look after him a little bit more than usual. Chris had to stay awake long enough for Dante to learn how to wrap a shoulder at the very least. "Yup. You're my lifeguard. Now you really need that speedo."

He watched with a little bit of pride as Dante tested his gun. Did he know how pleased he looked? Dante was clearly proud of his handiwork and he hoped that gave him a real sense of accomplishment that didn't come from killing something.

Chris would bet money with the right motivation and gentle nudge Dante could be someone truly amazing.

“Either stress relief or just getting a load off.” Dante left Ivory on the pillow and began breaking apart Ebony again, keeping up the casual tone despite the topic. And trying not to smirk along the way. His dick being medical, however, earned a snort and the younger man shook his head. “I don’t know. Almost every time I used it on you, you get some damn good sleep.”

Minus the last time, which basically knocked Chris out and fucked up his lower back. Probably didn’t help a Ferris wheel fell on his shoulder the day after. Which put them… here, just a couple days later. Shit, time’s crawled as much as it’s flown.

“Don’t they usually wear those boardshorts?” Though it was obvious red suited him real well as a color. And he was bound to try on a Speedo for Chris now anyways.

At least he knew the pieces he needed to go for this time. Yep, missed that crap due to the color. Huffing at himself, Dante started working on the grime. More flecks on the bed. “We’re gonna have to shake this spread out before we go to bed tonight.”

"Honestly, you're great stress relief." In terms of sex and having someone to cuddle at night. Chris really appreciated Dante's presence in his life. The younger man had opened up his world to some weird and dangerous shit but he couldn't regret it.

It had been a crazy few weeks since they met up in Florence but this was sort of the normal flow of Chris' life. There was chaos for awhile and then nothing and then chaos again. He was used to this.

"Yeah, which you'd also look good in because you look good in everything but I have my preferences." Chris grinned at him taking a full minute just to admire Dante on the bed looking so damn good even in his ratty tank-top and ripped jeans. It was unfair, honestly, how good he looked.

He did looked down at the bed and the stuff on it. While it was rust colored Chris highly doubted it was rust. That was bits of demons and who knows what else? He doubted even Dante knew. "Yeah, a good idea. Let's try and dump it in the tub after we're done with the shower. Then we can wash it down the drain."

Chris did not want to sleep in that.

“First time I’ve ever heard that.” Dante was used to being the cause of stress in pretty much everyone. Pain in the ass. Someone to be wary of. Sure he was hot and people were attracted to him in the sense that people were attracted to petting a panther despite knowing it was a wild animal and could bite their face off. Chris took his presence in without any of that. He was only wary because of what he experienced, not because of who or what Dante was. (Initial suspicions forgiven by now.) Yet Chris adapted to everything that came with Dante in his life. It… was something he could never take for granted or forget.

“I wouldn’t look good in your clothes,” he scoffed. “Your shirts and pants would hang on me like parachutes.” Or those dangly clothes hanging off zombies. The baggy look wasn’t good on him. Loose and comfortable and ratty was fine, but baggy? Nah. At least he had the option of wearing some nice shirts and jeans now thanks to Chris getting him some new clothes. Sucks they were all gone now, sunk into the pier or burnt with the wreck of his trailer. Back to the old standbys.

“Think we should roll it up and then flap it outside the window.” Trying to fit the bed comforter in the shower and somehow also shake and/or brush it was going to be a pain in the ass. And if they got it other places, well… even worse. At least over the railing, they’d have the wind help. With the downside of looking like a pair of idiots and suspicious as hell if anyone happened to look up and see them.

"I've got a way of being your first for a lot of things." Chris knew Dante was dangerous and he was very aware he could be an asshole. Yet, he had also seen the softer side to Dante's personality and his vulnerabilities. He liked what he saw and felt when it came to Dante.

Chris scoffed. "Oh, you'd look great. It's a... thing for me." Yes, it would be baggy on Dante's lean frame but the thought of Dante in one of his shirts with the collar hanging low on a shoulder and maybe just covering enough to keep Dante modest was enough to make him shift a little in his seat. Fuck, that'd be good. "You might think you look bad but I'd be all over you."

Once Dante said something Chris would get him more clothes again. He had lost everything and Chris knew that but the mission had taken over. Once someone reminded him there was more than work he could snap out it.

"Do these windows open?" Chris looked over at them with a frown. "I thought hotel windows could only open so wide to keep people from jumping out."

They should check before they decided on anything. Chris was pretty set on the tub method but Dante could convince him. Maybe.

“You treat me differently than the rest of the world.” Of course he would be many of Dante’s firsts. Though he said it casually, it’s not a statement he took lightly. He was too callous and hardened to really get all emotional and say the things he felt, but Dante wasn’t blind to Chris’ treatment of him. How different it was compared to the rest of his life. He saw parts of Dante no one else had and gave him experiences he never would’ve gotten otherwise. It was impossible for him to not be affected by all of that.

A raven brow arched and Dante looked at Chris with piqued interest. “Oh yeah?” Well guess what he was going to do soon enough. Chris’ shirt would likely be hanging on his body at some point before the five days were over. Probably when he wasn’t expecting it. He’d definitely have that collar-baring hanging going on, but he wasn’t sure he was shorter than Chris enough to pull off that Victorian nightshirt look… “I’ll have to try that then.” Promise of the damned. Yep.

“We’re only three floors up. I don’t think it’s good suicide height. Besides, what if a fire started?” Didn’t they have protocols and regulations for that kind of thing? Still, Chris had a good point, if morbid. Then again, if someone was suicidal, a non-opening window in a room with a chair wasn’t going to stop them. He shrugged and continued working on his gun, too comfortable at the moment to move and check. “We could always just borrow the janitor’s vacuum.” Might get some arched brows, but hey, fun.

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