"I have no problem with that." Casserole sounds amazing, no matter if he wasn't hungry all the time like his appearance might suggest. Hanna loved home cooked meals since his own cooking was atrocious. Though, Maurice was quite right when he said she probably wouldn't believe the two of them. The city was...a weird memory, and the way he even arrived in this dimension was a bit of a blur. Kind of a mesh of odd memories and a little bit, or maybe a lot of magic.
Still, he was sure that he could spin it to a tale that was a little more believable. Or at least he could try his best at it.
The living room was a lot homier than his own in his sad little apartment back home, a little smile finding him as he chose a seat next to Maurice, finding that while he usually wasn't too worried about being alone, sitting next to the vampire gave him comfort in the unfamiliar setting. But, with the warm welcome, even if he was sure he was going to wake up with bruises tomorrow from the woman's hug, he was starting to remember just how talkative he realy was. And also how distracted he could be. "The hell is Creepy Jesus, dude." Like he could ignore a comment like that.
In any case, he sat up at attention when his name was said, shrugging casually as he thought of a good response. "I work part time as a cashier at Target, yanno. The Department store? I usually work electronic department, but cashier calls to me more often than not since they don't believe in hiring or raises." His hand slipped onto the couch between himself and Maurice, tapping out a nervous little beat with his fingers, "I uh..." he trails off, glancing at Maurice, unsure what he was allowed to say. Was Magic allowed to be part of his origin story? "I've got another job too..."
"I'll tell you later," said Maurice, while still looking at his mother. It wasn't his turn to talk. Now that the buzz had wound down, Margret had her eyes trained on the wizard. He couldn't help blurting out, "He's weird like me."
The old woman sank down in her recliner that was paired with another. A little table sat between them with the phone on top. She and Zachary sat in their thrones side by side most afternoons. "Is that right? Boy, you better have a good story if you're gonna try and be as weird as Maurice. You know when he was eight I caught him linin' up all his shoes and talkin' to them. I never did see a boy have as many shoes as him."
Hanna tried his best to keep a straight face for Maurice's sake, but it was too hard. He snorted, covered his mouth and glanced over at Maurice, his smile he attempted to cover barely obscured by his fingers. "That sounds like a kodiac moment if I ever heard one."
Poor Maurice.
"But, no really. I'm...Well, I'm a paranormal investigator. Yanno, kind of like on the tv, but I do actual work instead of try and talk to ancient ghosts in modern english with a shitty camera man with shaky hands." He sits up a little, leaning an arm on the chair to help and sticks a hand in his pocket, pulling out a marker. "I take on cases and do magic and shit. Help out selkies and vampires. That sort of thing."
Maurice promptly planted a hand against the side of Hanna's face to skew his glasses.
"Nobody asked you, nerd." He instantly removed his hand when Margret growled at him. Maybe Maurice's own occasional grumbles weren't from him being a vampire after all. He folded his arms and sank further into the sofa.
Meanwhile, Margret just beamed at this new information. "A magician in the fam'ly!" She clasped her big bear paw hands. "Maurice deals with selkies too! I didn't realize it was such a common thing!"
"Silkies. Mr. Foss's chickens were silkies, Momma."
Margret's expression grew stormy again at being corrected, but then it faded. Well they did sound alike. She looked at Hanna pointedly, waiting on an explanation.
Hanna straightened his glasses, giving a playful shove back before righting himself in his seat, half tempted to stick his tongue out at Maurice. It was kind of fun having all the power and watching Maurice have to sit and behave himself. Maybe they should visit more often?
"Well, i've dealt with some cockatrices too, though really it's not all that common. Those things are a pain and a half though, trust me."
He sits up, adjusting himself on the seat to sit crisscross and uncaps his marker, glancing around, "Uh, anyways. Magic. I use runes? So it's like, symbols that hold power. They're pretty basic, but I mean, totally useful and they've helped me out a lot. Can't exactly remove a ghost from their haunt with just a couple words and a hammer."
It did Margret's heart good to see her son seated next to somebody he could pick at, and who he would allow to pick at him. Maurice had always been shy about physical contact ever since The Fight. She couldn't help growing misty eyed as Hanna's words faded in and out of her range of attention.
Meanwhile, Maurice had phased from pouting to fretting. There was SO MUCH ELSE he wanted to talk to his mom about, like getting trapped in various alternate dimensions for multiple years, but this was the Big One.
"Hanna made a mirror where I could see myself."
"Did he!" Margret beamed at the red-head before turning her attention back to her son. "You must not use it much, hon, you look a mess. An' I say that in the nicest way possible."
Maurice groaned and sank so far down on the sofa that his ass was hanging off the cushion. "It's been a long week, Momma. This is more important to me than my hair."
While Hanna would usually agree, probably with a smile even, he hops to a quick defense, nodding in Maurice's direction. "It has been a long one. I wasnt exactly supposed to show up. I mean...honestly im still not sure how but...speaking of weird im not really from this version of the US, like. Not just saying i wasnt born in Texas. Im an east coast boy, but. Dimensional wise..." he pauses, biting his lip.
How to phrase all this.
"i dont have any sort of ability in it but...I'd say he looks great after all the interdimensional accommodating he's had to do."
Margret pouted her lip, suddenly looking worried. Maurice LOVED his hair. But then she was blindsided by inter-dimensional talk and her face turned into a brick wall as she tried to decide how she felt about that.
"Mmmmmmn,"
"Uh--what he means is! Uh." Maurice struggled to sit up. How the hell to explain this?? "Like...there was this...world. But different. But sorta the same. And--"
"I watch Star Trek, boy, I know what another dimension is."
Maurice shut his mouth again. That was right. Ever since his little dip into the world of the paranormal, his mother had been doing 'research'. And by research that meant watching shitty movies and sending him a VtM manual in the mail.
"What matters is," she went on. "Is ya'll are here and you're safe."
"I just, figures you outta know. Rough week and all." Hanna finished lamely, unsure of what else to say. The atmosphere in the south was sure hard to read comparatively to where he was from. Or maybe it was just the tense feeling in the air that both he and Maurice had been giving off that was still sort of lingering.
He adjusts again in his seat, capping his marker and leaning a little against Maurice so he can find his barings again. "Um...y-you said you have cats right?" Expert change of subject there Hanna.
Suddenly, the big woman's hands were brought together in a thunderous clap. "That's right, I need to introduce you to the rest of th' family!"
She stood and shuffled off.
Maurice let out a huge breath he didn't know he was holding and leaned his head on top of Hanna's. "So far so good, huh? It'll take her a minute to find all those cats. They don't like me now that I'm dead."
Hanna's hand shakily found Maurice's, laughing under his breath. "Its okay. Animals sometimes have a problem with my uh..scent too. But usually its okay."
Hes still waiting to mess up, swallowing hard as he takes in the easy feeling of a nice cuddle on the couch, the weight of Maurices chin settles on his head. Who knew meeting family was so nerve wrecking? At least it was going well for the most part. "Your mom at least seems happy at the IDEA of me. Thats a start, right?"
"Ahah hah, yeah." Now that they were alone, Maurice couldn't help it. He started to wheeze, then it grew into that nervous laugh of his and he couldn't stop. "I think she likes you...so I'm sorry for whatever bruises she gave you. I don't think you're that scrawny anyway, it's just. Well, you've seen us."
"Heeeere they are!" Margret boomed and tromped back into the livingroom with no less than five cats in various states of awake dangling from her big arms. There were two orange ones, a black one, a calico one, and one with dark points. Their legs waved listlessly. They were used to this.
Maurice groaned and pulled his shirt up over his nose. "Hanna, meet the bane of my existence since I was twelve."
"You hush, they love you, Maurice."
The calico one caught sight of Maurice and hissed.
Hanna shrugs, giving himself a good look over. "Hey. I know what i look like. I feel like i weigh less than i look anyways. Its not so bad if you dont pick me up, but seems that wasnt just a you thing. You get that from her, then?" Assuming that the drunk habit of his was adopted from mrs. Hutch.
He is a little surprised when she comes back in the room with five cats though. He had been expecting like...three. "jesu- uh. Gosh darn thats a lot of cats."He manages to catch himself, figuring that wasnt the best swear to use in a home like this.
Margret proceded to dump ALL FIVE OF THEM onto Hanna because in her mind her cats loved everyone as much as she did. Maurice cringed away as the calico crawled over his shoulder and flung itself back down the hall. The orange ones stayed on Hanna's lap while the black one squirmed its way under the sofa. The pointed one refused to let go of Margret's shirt and just kind of clung there, awkwardly, nearly pulling it off her shoulder.
"Now, there's Tito, Cough Drop, Sassy, Melon, and Big Cat." Big Cat was the one clinging to her still.
"Mommaaaaaa, he doesn't wanna see the caaaaats." Maurice whined into his hands. "HACHOOH."
Hanna lifts both hands as the cat settles easily in his lap, unsure of whether or not it wants to be pet or not. Some cats are lap cats but the moment you touch them its certain death. He snorts at the one cat still clinging to the large woman, and glances at Maurice, just now realizing he probably has an allergy.
"I didnt know you were allergic...usually that shit goes away when you turn..." though he supposed his sort of vampirism was different than the kind he was used too. Weird cross dimensions.
"That's Cough Drop. When we found her as a little kitten, she had a bunch of them stuck to her fur and she smelled like Halls for a month. She's twelve."
Cough Drop blinked lazily up into Hanna's face, as if she didn't care if Hanna was a human or a statue. She'd seen everything. They found her behind a pharmacy.
Margret and Big Cat dropped back down into the recliner. "So, where you stayin' right now, Hanna?"
Maurice dug his claws into the sofa. He hadn't thought about that.
Just starting to pet the lazy animal since it seemed harmless, and not bothered by the scent of death lingering around for those with stronger senses, his hand paused above the animal, looking up at her from across the room.
Margret opened her mouth, then closed it. "Oh..." Now that was surprising. They were moving awfully fast, weren't they? Just how long had they known each other? Maurice certainly didn't bring him up at Thanksgiving...though she honestly hadn't given him much of a chance.
Hadn't he had a broken arm two weeks ago? She squinted at it.
Maurice suddenly sat up and challenged her with his eyes. "He doesn't have anywhere to live in this dimension, Momma. I love him and I'm not gonna let him stay in some crappy motel in Dogtrot! He'd get eaten alive!"
Margret stared back at him for a long moment before sinking back down, petting Big Cat too hard. "Good boy."
He really did love that skinny little redheaded boy, didn't he?
Part of him wanted to stand up and mention traditional values and all that since one party was dead there wasnt...so much of a problem? But. Maybe he should just keep his mouth shut on that. Best not upset her more.
"I dont take up too much room anyways and, well...dont really have a job in this neck of the woods either. I really appreciate it." Sleeping on Maurice was comfier than just on the cab seat anyways. But he wont mention that either.
It had been surreal fumbling through his own job ever since he got back. After so many years of doing NOTHING but fighting monsters and trying not to die, fixing cars was cake once he got back into the grove. Even Mr. Corey noticed that he'd picked up the pace. He didn't even have time to bicker with Meranda.
"He's right, Momma, I can just stick him between the fridge and the wall and you don't even know he's there!" Maurice forced a broad, jagged grin. "There's new stores poppin' up down town every day. He'll be back on his feet in no time."
Margret still couldn't help but puff out a concerned sigh. She was Maurice's mother and very much like him. She wanted to help them, but they were by no means a rich family.
Admittedly Hanna might have more of a market for the paranormal down here but without a doctor to fix him up when he needed it, he wasnt so sure about it. Perhaps some asking around was in store for him. And maybe getting more business cards...
"Im not picky when it comes to work anyways. Just, nothing in food. I'd catch thr kitchen on fire waiting tables." Which reminds him..."though, Maury's been teaching me how to cook!"
"Is he!" Margret finally broke into a grin again. She leaned forward with her hands on her knees. Big Cat nearly fell onto the floor. "What'r yall makin'? Has he showed you how to make spaghetti yet?"
"That's the first thing I did when we met, actually." Maurice finally stared to grin, remembering Hanna mistaking him for a Pretty Lady and then failing all over himself when he introduced him to Morrigan. "I don't even remember how it came up...but it was something I knew I had to do."
"You did learn somethin', didn't you?" Margret grinned wolfishly, enjoying ribbing her son. And it brought her joy to know that the one who'd stuck closest to her after all this was passing on good family traditions instead of the...not-so-good ones.
"I cant really remember either but it was definitely necessary. I probably would have starved without cup o noodles if he hadn't helped me out. Though admittedly the first few times were a disaster. And then..." Hanna paused, staring at the cat in his lap, orange and reminding him of the lost pumpkin bread. "The disaster at the bottom of the river. May that pan never see the light of day again."
He nods enthusiastically though, sure hes actually improved at least a little. "Its been good for me. I've been alone so long its a wonder i didn't waste away. Microwave meals and sandwiches only go so far."
"Th-- the river!" Margret burst out in a fit of hen-like cackling. "Ya'll went and dumped it in a river?"
"Momma, you know I can't bake!" Maurice was grinning even though he was trying not to. "I was tryin' so hard to impress him back-- back before I asked. Him out. And I didn't know what I was doing."
"Bless your heart!" Margret dabbed at her face. Suddenly she looked concerned. Marice was turning purple again. "What's th' matter with you?"
"I think we forgot something, but hell if I know if we did. I can't bake either. The fact that it looked bread-like was impressive in itself really. even if it was like, hideous and tasted like, I dunno, sin?" He is able to laugh though, nodding as he recalls just how hard Maurice had tried. It was cute when he was able to look back on it since at the time he hadn't even realized what had been going on.
In any case, when Maurice turns to look at him, his grin grows, nodding towards him. "You're turning fun colors again. Watch this..." Hanna gestures for Margret to pay attention and leaves the gentlest kiss on Maurice's cheek, oh so delicate and sweet. "He's a purple people eater."
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Still, he was sure that he could spin it to a tale that was a little more believable. Or at least he could try his best at it.
The living room was a lot homier than his own in his sad little apartment back home, a little smile finding him as he chose a seat next to Maurice, finding that while he usually wasn't too worried about being alone, sitting next to the vampire gave him comfort in the unfamiliar setting. But, with the warm welcome, even if he was sure he was going to wake up with bruises tomorrow from the woman's hug, he was starting to remember just how talkative he realy was. And also how distracted he could be. "The hell is Creepy Jesus, dude." Like he could ignore a comment like that.
In any case, he sat up at attention when his name was said, shrugging casually as he thought of a good response. "I work part time as a cashier at Target, yanno. The Department store? I usually work electronic department, but cashier calls to me more often than not since they don't believe in hiring or raises." His hand slipped onto the couch between himself and Maurice, tapping out a nervous little beat with his fingers, "I uh..." he trails off, glancing at Maurice, unsure what he was allowed to say. Was Magic allowed to be part of his origin story? "I've got another job too..."
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The old woman sank down in her recliner that was paired with another. A little table sat between them with the phone on top. She and Zachary sat in their thrones side by side most afternoons. "Is that right? Boy, you better have a good story if you're gonna try and be as weird as Maurice. You know when he was eight I caught him linin' up all his shoes and talkin' to them. I never did see a boy have as many shoes as him."
"MOMMA."
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Poor Maurice.
"But, no really. I'm...Well, I'm a paranormal investigator. Yanno, kind of like on the tv, but I do actual work instead of try and talk to ancient ghosts in modern english with a shitty camera man with shaky hands." He sits up a little, leaning an arm on the chair to help and sticks a hand in his pocket, pulling out a marker. "I take on cases and do magic and shit. Help out selkies and vampires. That sort of thing."
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"Nobody asked you, nerd." He instantly removed his hand when Margret growled at him. Maybe Maurice's own occasional grumbles weren't from him being a vampire after all. He folded his arms and sank further into the sofa.
Meanwhile, Margret just beamed at this new information. "A magician in the fam'ly!" She clasped her big bear paw hands. "Maurice deals with selkies too! I didn't realize it was such a common thing!"
"Silkies. Mr. Foss's chickens were silkies, Momma."
Margret's expression grew stormy again at being corrected, but then it faded. Well they did sound alike. She looked at Hanna pointedly, waiting on an explanation.
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"Well, i've dealt with some cockatrices too, though really it's not all that common. Those things are a pain and a half though, trust me."
He sits up, adjusting himself on the seat to sit crisscross and uncaps his marker, glancing around, "Uh, anyways. Magic. I use runes? So it's like, symbols that hold power. They're pretty basic, but I mean, totally useful and they've helped me out a lot. Can't exactly remove a ghost from their haunt with just a couple words and a hammer."
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Meanwhile, Maurice had phased from pouting to fretting. There was SO MUCH ELSE he wanted to talk to his mom about, like getting trapped in various alternate dimensions for multiple years, but this was the Big One.
"Hanna made a mirror where I could see myself."
"Did he!" Margret beamed at the red-head before turning her attention back to her son. "You must not use it much, hon, you look a mess. An' I say that in the nicest way possible."
Maurice groaned and sank so far down on the sofa that his ass was hanging off the cushion. "It's been a long week, Momma. This is more important to me than my hair."
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How to phrase all this.
"i dont have any sort of ability in it but...I'd say he looks great after all the interdimensional accommodating he's had to do."
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"Mmmmmmn,"
"Uh--what he means is! Uh." Maurice struggled to sit up. How the hell to explain this?? "Like...there was this...world. But different. But sorta the same. And--"
"I watch Star Trek, boy, I know what another dimension is."
Maurice shut his mouth again. That was right. Ever since his little dip into the world of the paranormal, his mother had been doing 'research'. And by research that meant watching shitty movies and sending him a VtM manual in the mail.
"What matters is," she went on. "Is ya'll are here and you're safe."
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He adjusts again in his seat, capping his marker and leaning a little against Maurice so he can find his barings again. "Um...y-you said you have cats right?" Expert change of subject there Hanna.
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She stood and shuffled off.
Maurice let out a huge breath he didn't know he was holding and leaned his head on top of Hanna's. "So far so good, huh? It'll take her a minute to find all those cats. They don't like me now that I'm dead."
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Hes still waiting to mess up, swallowing hard as he takes in the easy feeling of a nice cuddle on the couch, the weight of Maurices chin settles on his head. Who knew meeting family was so nerve wrecking? At least it was going well for the most part. "Your mom at least seems happy at the IDEA of me. Thats a start, right?"
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"Heeeere they are!" Margret boomed and tromped back into the livingroom with no less than five cats in various states of awake dangling from her big arms. There were two orange ones, a black one, a calico one, and one with dark points. Their legs waved listlessly. They were used to this.
Maurice groaned and pulled his shirt up over his nose. "Hanna, meet the bane of my existence since I was twelve."
"You hush, they love you, Maurice."
The calico one caught sight of Maurice and hissed.
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He is a little surprised when she comes back in the room with five cats though. He had been expecting like...three. "jesu- uh. Gosh darn thats a lot of cats."He manages to catch himself, figuring that wasnt the best swear to use in a home like this.
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Margret proceded to dump ALL FIVE OF THEM onto Hanna because in her mind her cats loved everyone as much as she did. Maurice cringed away as the calico crawled over his shoulder and flung itself back down the hall. The orange ones stayed on Hanna's lap while the black one squirmed its way under the sofa. The pointed one refused to let go of Margret's shirt and just kind of clung there, awkwardly, nearly pulling it off her shoulder.
"Now, there's Tito, Cough Drop, Sassy, Melon, and Big Cat." Big Cat was the one clinging to her still.
"Mommaaaaaa, he doesn't wanna see the caaaaats." Maurice whined into his hands. "HACHOOH."
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"I didnt know you were allergic...usually that shit goes away when you turn..." though he supposed his sort of vampirism was different than the kind he was used too. Weird cross dimensions.
"Uh...which one am i holding?"
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Cough Drop blinked lazily up into Hanna's face, as if she didn't care if Hanna was a human or a statue. She'd seen everything. They found her behind a pharmacy.
Margret and Big Cat dropped back down into the recliner. "So, where you stayin' right now, Hanna?"
Maurice dug his claws into the sofa. He hadn't thought about that.
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"Umm. With Maurice....?"
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Hadn't he had a broken arm two weeks ago? She squinted at it.
Maurice suddenly sat up and challenged her with his eyes. "He doesn't have anywhere to live in this dimension, Momma. I love him and I'm not gonna let him stay in some crappy motel in Dogtrot! He'd get eaten alive!"
Margret stared back at him for a long moment before sinking back down, petting Big Cat too hard. "Good boy."
He really did love that skinny little redheaded boy, didn't he?
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"I dont take up too much room anyways and, well...dont really have a job in this neck of the woods either. I really appreciate it." Sleeping on Maurice was comfier than just on the cab seat anyways. But he wont mention that either.
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"He's right, Momma, I can just stick him between the fridge and the wall and you don't even know he's there!" Maurice forced a broad, jagged grin. "There's new stores poppin' up down town every day. He'll be back on his feet in no time."
Margret still couldn't help but puff out a concerned sigh. She was Maurice's mother and very much like him. She wanted to help them, but they were by no means a rich family.
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"Im not picky when it comes to work anyways. Just, nothing in food. I'd catch thr kitchen on fire waiting tables." Which reminds him..."though, Maury's been teaching me how to cook!"
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"That's the first thing I did when we met, actually." Maurice finally stared to grin, remembering Hanna mistaking him for a Pretty Lady and then failing all over himself when he introduced him to Morrigan. "I don't even remember how it came up...but it was something I knew I had to do."
"You did learn somethin', didn't you?" Margret grinned wolfishly, enjoying ribbing her son. And it brought her joy to know that the one who'd stuck closest to her after all this was passing on good family traditions instead of the...not-so-good ones.
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He nods enthusiastically though, sure hes actually improved at least a little. "Its been good for me. I've been alone so long its a wonder i didn't waste away. Microwave meals and sandwiches only go so far."
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"Momma, you know I can't bake!" Maurice was grinning even though he was trying not to. "I was tryin' so hard to impress him back-- back before I asked. Him out. And I didn't know what I was doing."
"Bless your heart!" Margret dabbed at her face. Suddenly she looked concerned. Marice was turning purple again. "What's th' matter with you?"
"Uh? Nothin'. I don't think." He looked to Hanna.
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In any case, when Maurice turns to look at him, his grin grows, nodding towards him. "You're turning fun colors again. Watch this..." Hanna gestures for Margret to pay attention and leaves the gentlest kiss on Maurice's cheek, oh so delicate and sweet. "He's a purple people eater."
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