"Tell me about it. The first time someone called me ma'am I thought I was going to die." She rolled her eyes at the memory. Things had been so simple back then. Now there was all this magic bullshit. But at least it was fun magic bullshit.
Finally something like a smile crossed her face as she snorted. "Reeces Pieces, that's great." She shook her head and took a few more bites of breakfast before turning her gaze on him, this time with a slightly wolfish grin. Meranda was not a shy lady. "So. What's it like? You guys Buffy it up or what in there? Don't think I don't hear you."
"It's cute though, I mean. The...Southernisms. I sometimes thought Maurice was shitting me with some of the stuff he'd say and now I hear it all the time. It's kind of great."
But, just as he was about to attempt to mimic something he might hear on a daily basis his face turns bright red and he shuts up real quick, blinking at her owlishly. "Uh..." He'll blink some more. And then once more. And lean forward, eyebrow raised. Quietly, he'll just...put in, "Um. You know he's dead, right?"
"Yeah, and?" She fucking leaned forward, teeth still showing. His red face just made it worse. She couldn't help but be curious about that sort of thing! She was a SciFi nerd. It came with the territory.
God. He couldn't do it. He couldn't say it while she was staring him down like that. He's going to let those blue eyes wander everywhere but look at her.
"And, that means it's just me with my flag flying and he's not even at half mast, dude. He's got none of the stuff left to raise it, y-yanno?" God. He shouldn't be telling her this. Don't you dare bring it up with him Meranda. POOR MAURICE.
Meranda's face fell. Somehow she hadn't considered that, what with being submerged in a world of glitzy television vampires. She'd seen Maurice lift heavy objects, turn into animals, kill monsters with his bare hands. But he couldn't... "Oh...oh, no. That's-- I'm so sorry."
She actually put her hands over her mouth. It was her turn to change colors. "We-ell you seem creative, I'm sure you'll figure something out. Ahah."
"You can file that under 'do not tell Maurice' too just so you know." He adds, awkwardly running his fingers through his hair. He shrugs, not sure it really bothered him, though to be honest he felt a little guilty sometimes when a kiss and a cuddle woke up his sex drive. "Hey, can't really miss what you've never had, I guess it goes both ways."
He coughs, not sure why he's continuing this line of thought with her, "Well, it is nice to have a shower again. The truck was feeling pretty small after a while..."
Meranda just looks sadly into her bowl like she's just learned her best friend is dying from some terrible illness. Poor Maurice. She felt like dirt for making fun of him when he claimed a bunch of girls mugged him the night he got turned.
"I'll bet," she said distractedly before shaking herself out. She'd seen the way he fawned over Hanna, so he couldn't be that broken up about it could he? "Don't worry, my lips are sealed. I got secrets of my own. But man, that does explain a lot of things."
"Hey, don't look like that. It's not like we're suffering. it's not like he's not got lips and I mean, there is a lot to hug too." Hanna tries to smile, and it works. It's not like he's broken up over it, just a little frustrated at times.
"And to be completely honest I don't want teeth or claws near my junk anyways, so maybe it's for the best, man. You've seen that shit right? Could cut anything clean off."
The door swung open and an exhausted, overheated, and dripping Maurice staggared in. He shed his coat, his sunglasses, his gloves, his other coat, his hat, all the while stumbling across the living room. He stopped at the fridge, opened it, and leaned against the wracks.
"Never again, not never! I'm done with the day shift, I couldn't do it in July and I can't do it now!"
He'd been so spoiled by the long nights in Ruby City and some devil whim had possessed him to say hes when Mr. Corey called him in, begging for help fixing his rival, Mr. Donnahue's truck.
Hanna had kind of relaxed a little, even if it was just a little, but when the door swung open he yelled, surprised and since he had been leaning back in his chair, the start had caused him to tumble backwards.
Meranda nearly sucked cereal up her nose and started violently coughing. She reached out, she did! She reached for Hanna but it was too late. He was gone. Goodbye, Hanna.
Maurice, meanwhile, wheezed and panted and cried just a little as the cold air from the fridge rolled over him. His neck bore a few nasty looking black burns that had finally stopped bubbling and the ends of his painstakingly maintained mane looked...crispy.
"I don't care if he fires me, I aint goin' back out there when the FUCKIN' DAYSTAR is above thuh hurrizon...oh." He looked down at his fallen lover. "You're up early."
Meranda finally regained the use of her lungs and quickly became interested in her breakfast again.
Having embarrassingly scrambled to get up, he coughs himself and manages a very real looking concern, since, well. He was pretty concerned. "That looks nasty..." He changes the subject pretty quick, being a dear and opening up the top freezer for Maurice too. Hopefully it would help.
"And you look like you could use a trim..." His hair looked like someone had to straighten it with matches instead of a flat iron.
While Meranda was pretty good at keeping secrets, she usually had time to let them settle. She shoveled cereal into her mouth until the bowl was empty and then she caught sight of the microwave.
"OH. LOOK AT THAT. I must go to my place of employment." She stood up, left the bowl on the table, and marched away like a soldier.
Maurice sniffed and leaned out of the freezer door's way. "It's so hot, Hanna. It's so hot outside."
It was December.
"The sun is so awfu....whu?" Hanna had called attention to his hair and he wearily took up a lock in his fingers and pulled it around to see. "Oh, great. Musta caught fire when my neck did...I think I'm gonna cry."
Hanna gave Meranda a look for the awkward exit, but thankfully Maurice is too worked up to notice it. So, thankfully, he lets his nerves settle and leans against him, frowning. "I don't think you should try that again. If you can't drive home I can see if I could come pick you up and you can shift or something, hide in the glove box.
His hand comes up, gently rubbing Maurice's back, careful of any other burns, "You could just get a trim. I mean, it'll be like taking care of it. Just think of them as...yanno. Split ends or something. You're fine."
"Never again!" It had become a wail at this point. His mantra! Never again would he try to be a daywalker, it was not to be. "Guess you're right..." He scrubbed under one eye with his thumb and leaned back against Hanna. Now that he was out of the sun, his body was cooling off. He'd soon become his usual 'just below room temperature' self again. He reached behind himself to find a chair and guide himself to it. The fridge still stood open.
Hanna coughs at the question, glancing towards the direction Meranda had left, but he shrugs. He'll just...shove that to the side. "Alright. I was reading earlier before you came home." Though, he could mention one part...
"And Meranda threatened me to keep my cranes confined to the room."
Maurice's wilted daylily look instantly snapped into alertness. He sat up like a bolt in his chair and leans around to stare at the redhead with wide eyes.
"You didn't!" That face. "You did! Sweet Potato, how are you still ALIVE?"
Maurice looked ahead and sank back into his seat. He slowly brought his hand to his face and rubbed the soft spots under his eyes again.
"I'm gonna pretend that was a sunstroke-induced hallucination."
Meranda suddenly burst back onto the scene, dressed, brushed, ready to face the world. "Hi guys, bye guys, don't wanna keep the boss waiting! You know how he can be kind of impot--IMPATIENT! Impatient!"
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Finally something like a smile crossed her face as she snorted. "Reeces Pieces, that's great." She shook her head and took a few more bites of breakfast before turning her gaze on him, this time with a slightly wolfish grin. Meranda was not a shy lady. "So. What's it like? You guys Buffy it up or what in there? Don't think I don't hear you."
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But, just as he was about to attempt to mimic something he might hear on a daily basis his face turns bright red and he shuts up real quick, blinking at her owlishly. "Uh..." He'll blink some more. And then once more. And lean forward, eyebrow raised. Quietly, he'll just...put in, "Um. You know he's dead, right?"
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"And, that means it's just me with my flag flying and he's not even at half mast, dude. He's got none of the stuff left to raise it, y-yanno?" God. He shouldn't be telling her this. Don't you dare bring it up with him Meranda. POOR MAURICE.
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She actually put her hands over her mouth. It was her turn to change colors. "We-ell you seem creative, I'm sure you'll figure something out. Ahah."
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He coughs, not sure why he's continuing this line of thought with her, "Well, it is nice to have a shower again. The truck was feeling pretty small after a while..."
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"I'll bet," she said distractedly before shaking herself out. She'd seen the way he fawned over Hanna, so he couldn't be that broken up about it could he? "Don't worry, my lips are sealed. I got secrets of my own. But man, that does explain a lot of things."
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"And to be completely honest I don't want teeth or claws near my junk anyways, so maybe it's for the best, man. You've seen that shit right? Could cut anything clean off."
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"Oh, yeah...jeez, then you'd both be in the same boat."
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The door swung open and an exhausted, overheated, and dripping Maurice staggared in. He shed his coat, his sunglasses, his gloves, his other coat, his hat, all the while stumbling across the living room. He stopped at the fridge, opened it, and leaned against the wracks.
"Never again, not never! I'm done with the day shift, I couldn't do it in July and I can't do it now!"
He'd been so spoiled by the long nights in Ruby City and some devil whim had possessed him to say hes when Mr. Corey called him in, begging for help fixing his rival, Mr. Donnahue's truck.
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"JESUS CHRIST!"
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Maurice, meanwhile, wheezed and panted and cried just a little as the cold air from the fridge rolled over him. His neck bore a few nasty looking black burns that had finally stopped bubbling and the ends of his painstakingly maintained mane looked...crispy.
"I don't care if he fires me, I aint goin' back out there when the FUCKIN' DAYSTAR is above thuh hurrizon...oh." He looked down at his fallen lover. "You're up early."
Meranda finally regained the use of her lungs and quickly became interested in her breakfast again.
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"And you look like you could use a trim..." His hair looked like someone had to straighten it with matches instead of a flat iron.
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"OH. LOOK AT THAT. I must go to my place of employment." She stood up, left the bowl on the table, and marched away like a soldier.
Maurice sniffed and leaned out of the freezer door's way. "It's so hot, Hanna. It's so hot outside."
It was December.
"The sun is so awfu....whu?" Hanna had called attention to his hair and he wearily took up a lock in his fingers and pulled it around to see. "Oh, great. Musta caught fire when my neck did...I think I'm gonna cry."
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His hand comes up, gently rubbing Maurice's back, careful of any other burns, "You could just get a trim. I mean, it'll be like taking care of it. Just think of them as...yanno. Split ends or something. You're fine."
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"So how...how was your day?"
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"And Meranda threatened me to keep my cranes confined to the room."
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"I can't see why, they don't bother nothin'. She hate origami?"
The dead man, bless him, wasn't aware of just how many cranes Hanna was talking about.
"It's not like you put them in her room."
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"I thought it looked kinda bare in there..."
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"You didn't!" That face. "You did! Sweet Potato, how are you still ALIVE?"
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"I'm gonna pretend that was a sunstroke-induced hallucination."
Meranda suddenly burst back onto the scene, dressed, brushed, ready to face the world. "Hi guys, bye guys, don't wanna keep the boss waiting! You know how he can be kind of impot--IMPATIENT! Impatient!"
Slam!
Maurice looked up again. "She's so weird."