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[idesof]

[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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[brushoff]

There's a high probability we'll make a mess of the honeymoon suite. [ One of the problems when one of the people is a vampire. ] I'll pay for any stains and any damages.

[idesof]

[Hmm hmm hmm how far to go here with Dorian? The man can be trusted with darkness, yes, but can he be trusted to keep his mouth shut? Then again, March is providing him room and board for his wedding, and if he goes further perhaps that buys silence of a sort.]

Are you referring to the stains that are sure to come from his diet? [Which he asks like any caterer might inquire of a Vegan, or someone with serious allergies to common foods. This is all normal and routine, none of this is at all odd.] If you'd like, Dorian, we'd be more than honored to provide your Tobias with suitable nourishment for your stay here in whatever form he'd find most pleasing.

[A victim. A fresh corpse. A punch bowl of blood. A fountain of blood. You know, whatever.]

[brushoff]

[ Well now this is interesting. Dorian pauses for a moment before continuing. Part of this isn't a secret. Part of this is him wanting to further learn more about March. But wow, that is so nice of him to offer blood/a victim/somebody for Toby. ]

I'm afraid whatever you provide might not work. Due to his vampirism as well as a restriction placed by that bitch Sabriel, Toby can only drink from the living and only with the consent of his meal.

[ another pause before ] If you can find something like that, however, I doubt we'll say no.

[idesof]

[He stares, ignoring the cigarette for so long the red at the end starts to turn sheer gray. And then it is gray, and March stuffs it in the ash tray with a look more fitting a man who just put it out on his tongue. This process doesn't sit right with him at all and he surely does understand such a term being used in regards to Sabriel over it.]

Not even if his meal was provided for him? He couldn't partake then?

[That sounds like overkill, thinks fictional H. H. Holmes, which surely must be saying A LOT. Who the fuck does this?]

[brushoff]

If the meal is perfectly willing to become a meal, then he could partake.

[ And yeah, Dorian looks absolutely annoyed about this. It's stupid and dumb and FUCK YOU Sabriel. ]

[idesof]

[March is just amazed, really, at the harshness of what he assumes must be a punishment. How impractical. How inefficient. He'll have to inquire around later about whatever may have happened, but now is a time for less unsavory things.]

I see. [He could probably find some meals willing to be drained-ish for a vampire, he's sure. But there's also...] I'll see what I can do. If all else fails, he may feed from me.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian can't help but raise an eyebrow because well then. That's certainly not an answer he was expecting. ]

Do you have experience with vampires? The sensation of being fed on can be...disorienting, at best.

[ hey, there's ghosts and auras, who knows, maybe March has vampires also. ]

[idesof]

[How does he explain this? Thanks for making it difficult, Murphy.]

Yes and no. We've always called it an ancient virus. A blood disorder of sorts. [Yes, the answer is yes. They have fucking vampires.] I've served as a meal many times before.

[Many times before, like, here in this world trying to make Countess not completely hate him. Life hard.]

[brushoff]

[ "Blood disorder" sure Jan. ]

Is it as enjoyable for you as it is for me?

[ TMI, BUDDY ]

[idesof]

[Yeah, yeah, TMI, but when he listens to his murder pupils give each other ghostly dating advice without ever raising an eyebrow, this barely registers. He gets it, of course, what the implication there most likely is, he just doesn't find it TMI or horribly obscene. Eyebrows go up and lips pinch down as he thinks...]

It can be enjoyable. [Any time Countess has her lips on him is enjoyable, shocker.] Weakness and wooziness after, not so enjoyable. I believe the process has been worth the hassle, however.

[brushoff]

One of the perks of immortality, [ Dorian teases, with a little grin. Neener, neener, metaphorical neener. ] I don't get as woozy as other people.

[idesof]

[Castrates the neener.]

It was odd. I'd spent so much time reduced my essence, needing no food or sleep, producing no blood of my own, that the first time was completely euphoric. The second was when I noticed all the wooziness.

[brushoff]

Are there any other human sensations that you haven't experienced yet? I know a few people who can help out for any sort of illicit substances you might want.

[idesof]

Thank you very much for the offer, Dorian, but that won't be necessary. I already have someone like that.

[Stated fondly, warmly, even his smirk reflects that instead of, like, debauched insanity. Good ol' Sally. Best never to piss her off in case he doesn't want to send someone out for smokes and she won't budge on handing them over. Keeping the peace is part of being Grandpa Ghost.]

[brushoff]

Oooh lucky. You'll have to tell me who your pusher is, mine's a bit rubbish.

[ you know, talking about illicit drugs as one does. ]

[idesof]

You'll meet her for yourself soon enough. She's taken up residence at the Castile as she had at the Cortez before it.

[well...not quite...she didn't choose the Cortez...]

[brushoff]

Another person from your world! Add in your wife and you're certainly not lacking in numbers.

[idesof]

Two, actually. I think you'll like Tristan.

[Because he's a handsome young man with horrible hair that everyone in the Cortez wanted a piece of, so.]

[brushoff]

I like him already—I've always had a penchant for Wagner.

[ Dorian you fucking snob. ]

[idesof]

[Dorian. He manages not to laugh.]

The boy was in the fashion industry when we first met. Models, you know. Wear very little of anything, walk down a runway, cause a scene.

[brushoff]

A beautiful name and a beautiful face. If I wasn't engaged, I'd snatch him up in a heartbeat.

[idesof]

He's rather engaged himself. Unfortunately, his beloved isn't with us. But there's no crime in gazing upon a beautiful face.

[It's REALLY unfortunate for March because holy shit was Liz HBIC and the staff is SUFFERING without her.]

[brushoff]

Oh, most definitely! There's nothing wrong with looking, after all. [ Dorian pauses for a moment, then sighs. ] Really, I'm glad you've got people from your world here that you tolerate. There's so many annoyances among the imPorts that any voice of sanity is appreciated.

[idesof]

[Does Dorian want to get some business off his chest? Sounds like Dorian wants to get some business off his chest, business that may prove handy for March later on. Of course he's going to encourage SORDID GOSSIP.]

Annoyances such as?

[brushoff]

God, where do we start. [ Dorian paused for a moment, thinking. ] Well, since you're well acquainted with vampirism, you'll get the full understanding of how much of an asshole Miles Edgeworth is.