LOCKED TO viliorate

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's been a little over ten years since the two of them arrived here. Ten years is an awfully long time to be stuck here, but returning home isn't an option anymore. It hasn't been an option since they first started changing, and that wasn't all that long after they arrived. Kimbley had grown a tail and ears and Archer's eyes had turned red. It's amazing to think they had been so scared by those changes back then.

Things are different now. They aren't human, but there's no reason for that to bother them. Archer is a vampire (something that he found painfully ironic in the beginning, but he's adapted quite well to it, if he does say so himself). Not much has changed about him, appearance-wise. His nails are much longer and sharper, his eyes are red, and he has the stereotypical vampire fangs, but aside from that the only difference is the slight point to his ears. It's not like he could get any paler anyway.

Archer enters their shared apartment after work, shrugging off his coat and hanging it up before proceeding into the living room.]

Kimbley, are you home yet?

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[viliorate]

If things change, I'll be more careful.

[He sounds serious about it if nothing else, but Kimbley's looking down at his drink as he speaks.]

We're not going to have any problems.

[Someone's going to end up shot before too long, aren't they?]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Probably...]

I certainly hope we won't. Keep an eye out and hopefully everything will be fine.

[viliorate]

[There was a time where Kimbley would be combative, but as it is, he nods before looking up at Archer.]

I'm not saying let's let our guards down or anything, but we should relax tonight. We might not have another chance like this again.

[They're going to be too busy even in the best case scenario. He sets the glass down. It's still half full, but he's trying to take it slow so Archer doesn't have to carry him out of the bar.]

[sadisticwarfare]

I agree. I doubt we'll get to have a night out like this once things start going our way.

[It'll be worth it of course, but nice nights like tonight are things he'll miss.]

[viliorate]

[He watches Archer for a moment before he smirks.]

We'll take our time. Doing it all at once doesn't sound like it would be that fun.

[....he probably shouldn't consider taking over a city "fun." Oh well.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Once things get started there's no way we can stop. I can't put my political career on hold whenever I want.

[viliorate]

[You're no fun at all.]

Of course. I'm not going to stop you.

[sadisticwarfare]

Good. It'll be unfortunate that we can't do this sort of thing as often, but it will be worth it. I promise.

[viliorate]

Maybe by then, we'll have a private bar.

[Let's be honest here, if that happens Archer will probably have to drag Kimbley away from it.]

[sadisticwarfare]

I doubt things will go quite that well, Kimbley.

[It's an amusing idea though.]

[viliorate]

I can hope they will.

[He's aware that they won't be that lucky. This is going to be incredibly difficult, if it's even possible. Oh, he wants it to be possible and will probably never admit defeat until it's staring him in the face, but he'll deal with that when it happens.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[You mean if it happens!]

Yes, well, being too optimistic won't get us anywhere.

[He looks very pleased though!]

[viliorate]

[...Right. If it happens.]

As long as we take this slow and don't get over our heads immediately, we'll be fine.

[He's definitely relaxed some since he's started drinking. He's Kimbley, so it's not like the alcohol has made him lose that bit of paranoia that's making him watch the people who come and go, but Kimbley has definitely relaxed a little. It's obvious in the way he holds himself; his shoulders have stopped being so tense.]

[sadisticwarfare]

We won't.

[There's no guarantee that they won't, but Archer's confident that he knows what he's doing. Whether he does or not is another matter entirely.

He's noticed Kimbley relaxing and smirks a bit as he decides to point that out.]

...It's nice to see you relax again.

[viliorate]

[He makes a move as though to sit up once Archer says something, but stops himself, shrugging.]

You shouldn't get used to it. We're not going to be doing this much.

[But he's grinning just the same.]

[sadisticwarfare]

I know, but it's nice to see.

[Maybe someday Kimbley will always be able to relax like this. That would be nice.]

[viliorate]

[The problem is that these days, the only way to actually get Kimbley to relax is to get him drunk.

Which means he's likely to say something stupid eventually.]

Hey Archer.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Well, it is Kimbley, he's kind of expecting this...]

What is it?

[viliorate]

Why do you always avoid my mane? It's not poisonous, you know.

[Kimbley....]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Well that's completely unexpected.]

I thought you didn't want anyone touching it.

[viliorate]

I wouldn't mind if you touched it.

[Which is probably more forward than he realizes, but apparently we've reached the saying things we'll regret in the morning time of the night.

He leans forward a bit, but it's a conversational movement.]

Not in public; I have an image to hold up. But I'd let you do it.

[sadisticwarfare]

Ah, I'm... Thank you. I suppose I'll take you up on that offer sometime.

[He has no idea why this is flustering him, but it is.]

[viliorate]

You should do it tonight.

[...honestly he'll probably get his chance just because he's going to need to carry Kimbley home.]

Don't worry; the spikes only look like they're sharp.

[sadisticwarfare]

Perhaps I will.

[This is kind of embarrassing for some reason he can't figure out...]

[viliorate]

[...it is a little awkward.]

I think I'll have another drink. How about you?