Wow, this guy loved his papercraft. Okay, Merlin, okay. She shrugged and waved a hand behind her. "Breakfast of champions! And it's the first door on the left. Watch out for the litter box. Your room is first on the right."
Luckily the hall only had four doors. Wash room. Their room. Merana's room. Bathroom.
Maurice was still simmering so he invited himself to sit on the far end of the sofa where he'd sat the last few times he visited. A sofa. A real, REAL sofa under his ass. It was so nice. He sank down further and sighed.
"When I woke up this evening, I thought the only thing ahead a' me was a couple of sandwiches."
"Gotcha. First on the left." With that, Hanna disappeared from the room, missing the litter box by inches and working on getting their clothes cleaner than they had been in weeks. Not using a laundry mat was like heaven. Hanna hated using the washer and dryer at his old apartment back home even more though, walking up the stairs with Ms. Blaney giving him the eye and trying to find his underwear in the pile in his basket. Creepy old hag.
It doesn't take him long though, the small amount of clothes barely anything, and soon enough he's back in the room, leaning against the entry way to the living room. He wants to sit, get comfy, maybe take a nap on something that wasn't the cab of the truck, but he's feeling antsy, and glancing around, taking in the surroundings. There are weak points here and there, spots he'd feel more comfortable putting wards. But it's not his house. He needs to ask first.
That might be a conversation for later. Perhaps tomorrow. "So. How long have you two know each other?"
Meranda finished ordering the pizza and looked over at what she could see of Maurice hanging off the sofa. "Abooooout...a year, I guess? A little under a year."
"Yeah. I died in July or something and you'd only been working there a couple months before that."
"Wow...I didn't realize it happened so early." Meranda actually looked a little stricken as she wandered into the living room to sit on the sofa arm. "I worked with a vampire for months and had no idea. I could have died."
Maurice huffed again and puffed the hair out of his face. "You'd probably give me indigestion anyway."
Meranda reached over to tug at one of his bangs. He hollered and covered his hair. While he whined, she turned her attention back to Hanna. "And you two?"
It's always a little weird, even in his business to hear someone talk so casually about dying. Not everyone joins the legion of undead when they pass. Sometimes it's more ominous than that, or more final. Something in his stomach shifts uncomfortably to hear him say that.
"Not as bad as I can. I'm like Vampire repellent." Hanna says as a tease, moving into the room and glancing around. The available spots were few and far between so, he takes his place right on Maurice's legs, seeing as he was lounging. His weight wasn't enough to hurt a fly practically anyways, so he doubted he'd complain.
"About the same amount of time. Though, I guess. Not so long if you don't count all the weird shit that threw us together in the first place. All things considering, I shouldn't even be here, but I am." He's thankful for it, even if he misses home. "We met in a bar, it was kind of funny, actually."
"HE IS!" Maurice butted in. "I nicked him with one of my teeth once and I thought I was going to die."
Oh, and now there's a Hanna on his lap. He starts bouncing one of his legs just to be a pain.
"Yeah? Sound like you're perfect for each other. That's always the problems in those cheesy vampire novels." Meranda leaned, propping her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand. "Do tell."
"It was pretty funny. He tried to lie and say I tasted good and he's got like, the worst fucking poker face ever. It was like he bit into a rotten lemon or something." And Maurice had thought he'd been trying to be modest or some weird shit.
He doesn't mind the bouncing, though scoots back so that his butt is between the couch and Maurice's knee, making it easier to talk and sit still. "I was really drunk and hit on him because I thought he was a woman. Told him his hair was pretty or some shit. Then he turned around and said thank you, I think. That night is a little blurry..."
Meranda made a noise that usually only old junker trucks make when they're having trouble starting. After a moment she stopped trying not to laugh. With a honk, she reached out again to tease a long curly golden lock away from his head. "I can see it!"
Maurice started turning colors. "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS CAUSE I'M PURDIER THAN YOU."
"Oh, so jealous my eyes are turning green."
The dead man folded his arms over his gut and stopped bouncing Hanna. "I took him over to my roommate at the time uh--" How to explain THAT? He didn't want to go into it yet. "And introduced him to a real live actual girl. And then I think plans to teach him how to make spaghetti happened and we both saw how much good that did."
He had a feeling he was going to be doing most of the cooking in this house.
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Luckily the hall only had four doors. Wash room. Their room. Merana's room. Bathroom.
Maurice was still simmering so he invited himself to sit on the far end of the sofa where he'd sat the last few times he visited. A sofa. A real, REAL sofa under his ass. It was so nice. He sank down further and sighed.
"When I woke up this evening, I thought the only thing ahead a' me was a couple of sandwiches."
"Surprise," said Meranda.
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It doesn't take him long though, the small amount of clothes barely anything, and soon enough he's back in the room, leaning against the entry way to the living room. He wants to sit, get comfy, maybe take a nap on something that wasn't the cab of the truck, but he's feeling antsy, and glancing around, taking in the surroundings. There are weak points here and there, spots he'd feel more comfortable putting wards. But it's not his house. He needs to ask first.
That might be a conversation for later. Perhaps tomorrow. "So. How long have you two know each other?"
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"Yeah. I died in July or something and you'd only been working there a couple months before that."
"Wow...I didn't realize it happened so early." Meranda actually looked a little stricken as she wandered into the living room to sit on the sofa arm. "I worked with a vampire for months and had no idea. I could have died."
Maurice huffed again and puffed the hair out of his face. "You'd probably give me indigestion anyway."
Meranda reached over to tug at one of his bangs. He hollered and covered his hair. While he whined, she turned her attention back to Hanna. "And you two?"
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"Not as bad as I can. I'm like Vampire repellent." Hanna says as a tease, moving into the room and glancing around. The available spots were few and far between so, he takes his place right on Maurice's legs, seeing as he was lounging. His weight wasn't enough to hurt a fly practically anyways, so he doubted he'd complain.
"About the same amount of time. Though, I guess. Not so long if you don't count all the weird shit that threw us together in the first place. All things considering, I shouldn't even be here, but I am." He's thankful for it, even if he misses home. "We met in a bar, it was kind of funny, actually."
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Oh, and now there's a Hanna on his lap. He starts bouncing one of his legs just to be a pain.
"Yeah? Sound like you're perfect for each other. That's always the problems in those cheesy vampire novels." Meranda leaned, propping her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand. "Do tell."
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He doesn't mind the bouncing, though scoots back so that his butt is between the couch and Maurice's knee, making it easier to talk and sit still. "I was really drunk and hit on him because I thought he was a woman. Told him his hair was pretty or some shit. Then he turned around and said thank you, I think. That night is a little blurry..."
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Maurice started turning colors. "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS CAUSE I'M PURDIER THAN YOU."
"Oh, so jealous my eyes are turning green."
The dead man folded his arms over his gut and stopped bouncing Hanna. "I took him over to my roommate at the time uh--" How to explain THAT? He didn't want to go into it yet. "And introduced him to a real live actual girl. And then I think plans to teach him how to make spaghetti happened and we both saw how much good that did."
He had a feeling he was going to be doing most of the cooking in this house.