Yeah. Which one? [But he says that with bitter humor, and doesn't get crazy angry, so there you are!] Considering you've actually managed to talk t' me, I'd say that's my answer. You found your witch?
voice; ok fine SMOOCHES BACK and also dives right in
[ yeah that's it, that's josh giving up on the grudge match. because he's seen some shit (mitchell's shit, specifically), and that means it goes both ways - that's enough 'it's complicated' without them side-eyeing each other already.
there's also the fact that josh hates being alone with this crap; mitchell isn't aidan, but it'd be delusional to pretend he's not a reasonable facsimile. ]
Yes, I found my witch— or not technically a witch, but I'm pretty sure that's either politics or semantics. [ a short beat, then with a healthy dose of insecurity: ] What did you see?
[It's a weird sort of relief, hearing that Josh has his problem sorted--well, getting a confirmation of it, anyways, because Mitchell's seen him around, using real words, not growling, and-- yeah. It's good for George's sake, one less worry, good for Annie, one less instance of her putting herself in danger--and it's a mark of the shift in understanding, that Mitchell is even able to think: good for Josh, too. And good for him, because it's one less constant threat.]
Well. Congratulations.
[And he was just gearing up to ask that same question, when Josh beats him to it.]
It was a lot of Aidan.
[Which was weird. Like-- a funhouse mirror, sort of. Not the same at all, but-- the same. Unnerving, afterwards, the memories themselves were nearly--nice. But Jesus, he's got to ask--]
He fed from you?
[That's not, for once, accusatory. It's just sort of--weirded out.]
[ aidan. that seems reasonably safe, or at least it does in the case of mitchell - anyone else, josh would be scrambling with excuses and explanations, assuming mitchell saw aidan slipping off the wagon, but for once that's a moot point.
josh is quiet for a second, ready to respond with something a bit heavier; prophecies and paranoia, the fact that he understands. but then mitchell keeps going with the incredulous question, and it takes some effort to stay neutral. ]
Desperate times. [ a pause, and it's clear he's fishing. ] It didn't work. You saw that part too, right? [ and hopefully just that. josh doesn't quite know how it works where mitchell is from, but if werewolf blood being some magical vampire plague cure is remotely an option, he doesn't want that on the table. it being open season on werewolves back home is guilt enough. ]
Yeah. I saw that-- Jesus, man, that's not even desperate.
[Because there's desperate and then there's suicidal. Obviously the werewolf-allergy works differently for vampires in Josh's version of the world--good for them, just vomiting and not internal burning torturous death--but it's still mad.
...Though really, that should be the least of his concern. It's an exchange, right?]
What did you see? Because-- [He laughs, at himself, then, not exactly amused--] Look, there's no good way to ask. Do we just-- sit down and tell each other everything?
voice; licks ur face. also do you wanna scoot to a log!! or inbox it
[ the continued disbelief is the best outcome, and whatever passing tension almost interrupted their little reunion is dropped quickly. ]
Is that... yeah, fine, we can sit down, share our mutual violation of each other's brains over a beer. [ awful phrasing. whatever, he's over it. ] But just so you don't have a heart attack in the meantime, I didn't see you eating babies or anything. [ which is a joke. which he realizes is a distinct possibility a beat later, because vampires, who the fuck knows. ] Just— don't bother confirming or denying that. I never said it.
voice; you've ruined me i read scoot and was like WAIT BUT THIS IS JOSH NOT SCOTT also i will log
[...wow, Josh. There's the old masterful turn-of-phrase selection at work once more, it's been too long. But it all actually comes out--sort of reassuring? Mitchell't not exactly pleased at anyone knowing anything in detail about him--people being in his head, not really something anyone in their right mind would be comfortable with--maybe it's the memories he got from Josh that help him to feel only a little surge of paranoia, one that's easier to settle than the others have been.]
Yeah. Might want to ask your witch if she can help you with your conversational skills, while she's at it. [Not amused but very nearly amused, and a little more at ease. Poor stammering word choices are familiar.] But I'm not so offended that I'm going t' turn down a beer, if you've got time for the space pub.
He. And not a witch. [ said sarcastically, because it's not like josh actually cares what the creepy magical dude wants to be called. ] And I think that's a little outside of his purview.
[ it's a bit weird to be talking about getting a drink with mitchell, all things considered, but better to get this over with than awkwardly dance around it like they have everything else. ]
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voice; TOO BAD kissses
Yeah. Which one? [But he says that with bitter humor, and doesn't get crazy angry, so there you are!] Considering you've actually managed to talk t' me, I'd say that's my answer. You found your witch?
voice; ok fine SMOOCHES BACK and also dives right in
[ yeah that's it, that's josh giving up on the grudge match. because he's seen some shit (mitchell's shit, specifically), and that means it goes both ways - that's enough 'it's complicated' without them side-eyeing each other already.
there's also the fact that josh hates being alone with this crap; mitchell isn't aidan, but it'd be delusional to pretend he's not a reasonable facsimile. ]
Yes, I found my witch— or not technically a witch, but I'm pretty sure that's either politics or semantics. [ a short beat, then with a healthy dose of insecurity: ] What did you see?
voice; (8 !!!
Well. Congratulations.
[And he was just gearing up to ask that same question, when Josh beats him to it.]
It was a lot of Aidan.
[Which was weird. Like-- a funhouse mirror, sort of. Not the same at all, but-- the same. Unnerving, afterwards, the memories themselves were nearly--nice. But Jesus, he's got to ask--]
He fed from you?
[That's not, for once, accusatory. It's just sort of--weirded out.]
voice; (8 !!!!!!!!!!
josh is quiet for a second, ready to respond with something a bit heavier; prophecies and paranoia, the fact that he understands. but then mitchell keeps going with the incredulous question, and it takes some effort to stay neutral. ]
Desperate times. [ a pause, and it's clear he's fishing. ] It didn't work. You saw that part too, right? [ and hopefully just that. josh doesn't quite know how it works where mitchell is from, but if werewolf blood being some magical vampire plague cure is remotely an option, he doesn't want that on the table. it being open season on werewolves back home is guilt enough. ]
voice; |8 ???????
[Because there's desperate and then there's suicidal. Obviously the werewolf-allergy works differently for vampires in Josh's version of the world--good for them, just vomiting and not internal burning torturous death--but it's still mad.
...Though really, that should be the least of his concern. It's an exchange, right?]
What did you see? Because-- [He laughs, at himself, then, not exactly amused--] Look, there's no good way to ask. Do we just-- sit down and tell each other everything?
voice; licks ur face. also do you wanna scoot to a log!! or inbox it
Is that... yeah, fine, we can sit down, share our mutual violation of each other's brains over a beer. [ awful phrasing. whatever, he's over it. ] But just so you don't have a heart attack in the meantime, I didn't see you eating babies or anything. [ which is a joke. which he realizes is a distinct possibility a beat later, because vampires, who the fuck knows. ] Just— don't bother confirming or denying that. I never said it.
voice; you've ruined me i read scoot and was like WAIT BUT THIS IS JOSH NOT SCOTT also i will log
Yeah. Might want to ask your witch if she can help you with your conversational skills, while she's at it. [Not amused but very nearly amused, and a little more at ease. Poor stammering word choices are familiar.] But I'm not so offended that I'm going t' turn down a beer, if you've got time for the space pub.
[Just like old times!]
ok see u on the log wink wink. no rush!
[ it's a bit weird to be talking about getting a drink with mitchell, all things considered, but better to get this over with than awkwardly dance around it like they have everything else. ]
See you in twenty.