psl: immortals vs vampires

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

THIS SPACE FOR CUTE BOYS WITH RED EYES AND BLACK HAIR

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[bitethehandthatfeeds]

You can bring the book, if you want—

[ sort of squinting at him as he realizes that, yes ]

...mmm, and actually, I should get something. I'll meet you at the door in a moment.

[ trotting back off ]

[rebornagain]

[tucking the book under his arm '^']

What did you forget?

[but heading for the door.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ calling back ]

That you need sun protection almost as much as I do right now.

[rebornagain]

...I know my eyes are odd, but you do know I'm not actually a vampire, right?

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ coming back with a monster bottle of sunscreen. someone buys in bulk, ok ]

You don't have to be a vampire to get sunburned. Have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately?

[rebornagain]

He didn't keep mirrors.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

Of course he didn't, because he was a superstitious piece of... garbage.

—Anyway, you're pale enough to blind someone. Since I'm the one insisting you go out I'm at least going to make sure you don't come back bright red.

[rebornagain]

[holds his hand out.]

I'll do it.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ nods and passes the bottle over before plopping himself down on the little mudroom bench by the door ]

[rebornagain]

[doing a pretty cursory sunscreening, but with steady hands, like he's totally used to it.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ well I guess I'm sticking you under a tree later

waiting for him to finish up before holding his hand out for the sunscreen. it'll get stuck under the bench rather than put away properly because IT'S TIME FOR A WALK ]

[rebornagain]

[cooperative but super unenthusiastic, and not hiding it one bit]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ hums as he locks up ]

Not the outdoors type yourself?

[rebornagain]

I'm about as indoorsy as a kid can get.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

Ah, sorry. I'll see if I can't work out something else for at least some of the time, but in the meantime it's good for you.

...Gross, next I'm going to end up saying something "builds character."

[rebornagain]

That's dangerous territory, Chris.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

I know.

[ sighing ]

There's only one solution to this.

[rebornagain]

...Why is that worrying to hear...

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

Probably because I'm being overdramatic about it. Anyway, clearly I don't have to worry about sounding like an old man if I can't talk at all.

[ streeetching and shifting halfway through it, dissolving and reforming as a shaggy black-brown wolfdog practically Yael's height. which promptly finishes the stretch by play-bowing at him ]

[rebornagain]

[He doesn't show signs of fear or shock just kind of.

stares.

deadly.]

This is your solution.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ have you ever met a happy dog who acted like an old man, Yael?

just. wags and looks really smug, grinning with his tongue lolled out. ]

[rebornagain]

Drastic.

[reaching to pet him anyway.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ |DDD half-woofing and leaning into that amiably ]

[rebornagain]

Can't say I'm much of a dog person.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ snorts. and yet here you are, petting me. ]