[OPEN]

[monstrous]

Characters: Tobias Matthews and YOU
Date: 21 April 2013 sometime after sunset.
Location: A cafe in the Fire Sector
Situation: Toby is just chillin' like a villain in a cafe, because that is a thing to do.
Warnings/Rating: None that I know of? Will edit if that changes.

[Toby is sitting at a table in a cafe, flipping through a well worn copy of Wordsworth's Poems, In Two Volumes. He's also sporting a mild sunburn, emphasis on mild considering how severe sunburns can be for him. Either way he's seeming pretty relaxed more or less and amicable and friendly enough when the server comes to take his order. So bother him at your leisure, or not, whatever floats your boat.]

Comments

[monstrous]

It's impossible not to be a fan. Hell, I bet you're even a fan, and look at your questionable taste. [present company included.]

[depicted]

I don't have questionable taste. You're the one in—in that. [Dorian gestures at Toby's outfit. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU GOT DRESSED IN THE DARK.

WHICH YOU DID.]

[monstrous]

I'm the one looking good you mean. [swagger swagger]

[depicted]

[To Dorian's great annoyance, that arrogant expression is also very charming. Dorian starts to smile back.

And then he catches himself.]

You're the one cheating.

[monstrous]

How am I cheating?

[depicted]

[Dorian attempts to fight back against Stupid Sexy Vampirism.]

You're doing that—that thing you do. The cheating thing.

[monstrous]

Cheating thing? I'm sorry Dorian, you'll have to help me out here. What cheating thing? [swagger swagger]

[depicted]

You know exactly what I mean.

[Dorian folds his arms, stubbornly resisting the stupid charming vampire powers and their stupid charming abilities. THEY AREN'T CHARMING THEY ARE CLEARLY TO GET PREY he'd like to be Toby's prey why is this so hard to fight off dsagadsg.]

[monstrous]

I - Dorian, you'll have to give me something, come on. What exactly do you think I'm doing that could be called cheating? [swagger swagger]

[depicted]

[Dorian cracks a bit. He smiles back.]

[He scowls.]

You're using your abilities against me!

[monstrous]

I - all right, Dorian. I'm sorry if you feel I'm using my abilities against you. Can I help it that you bring it out in me? How could someone not want to be as charming and charismatic as possible when you're around? [swagger swagger]

[depicted]

[Oh, that's sweet. Toby's really sweet, isn't he?] That's . . . [Dorian smiles and glances down.] That's really . . . uh—

—you're still doing it! [He points a finger at Toby. J'accuse!]

[monstrous]

I - [a helpless smile]

[and]

[swagger swagger]

[depicted]

[Dorian sinks down and hides his face in his arms.]

[Toby is the worst.]

[monstrous]

[Toby reaches out a hand and pets Dorian's head]

Dorian?

[swagger swagger]

[depicted]

[Dorian makes an irritated nose. He also leans into the touch.]

You're a monster.

[monstrous]

No argument here. [swagger swagger]

[depicted]

[His fingers wrap around Toby's wrist, not to stop the touch but because that swagger is ridiculously strong.]

You wanna go back to the suite?

[He looks up at Toby. Dorian can't fight vampire swagger for that long and frankly he deserves a medal for fighting it as long as he did.]

[monstrous]

To get a lesson on typesetting?

[depicted]

If you want.

[He'll do pretty much anything Toby wants.

Sadly, that's also true without Toby turning the swagger on.]

[monstrous]

[oh Dorian.] What do you want?

[depicted]

[Dorian lifts his head from the table. His fingers stay on Toby's wrist. He moves them over burned skin, completely charmed.]

Only you.

[He is so stupidly enchanted that he doesn't even feel a flinch of shame at such a cliche line. He doesn't care about sounding eloquent—he doesn't care about anything. Dorian wants Toby, needs him, would do anything at all with him as long as he could have just a second more in his company. What does the rest matter as long as he has Tobias Matthews? Toby is Dorian's universe.]

[monstrous]

[Toby turns the swagger way way way down, and gently pulls his arm away] So what's the first thing I'd need to know about typesetting?

[depicted]

Ah— [A small, helpless noise escapes Dorian's mouth. Turning the swagger down doesn't immediately take the effects out of his system. His fingers curl into his palm.] Ah, but . . . can't we talk about that at home?

[monstrous]

Why wait that long? Go on, typesetting.