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Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]

The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.

[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.

[ooc; per his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]

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I'd have to check after. Who knows if it does or not.

[She shrugs a bit]

It's all shite, this.

Should, but the City being what it is...

[He shrugs as well.]

Hafta introduce you to one of 'em, sometime. It'd be good to know.

[Well she doesn't actually want to meet them. Instead she puts her arms up around his neck and holds on, on her very tiptoes]

If anyone gives yeh crap, I'll shoot 'em.

'M glad I can count on you for that.

[He manages to sound utterly solemn, smirking as he shifts his arms low to circle her waist.]

I was gonna take a crowbar to yeh.

[And she holds on]

What, if I tried to bite?

[Well to her credit it probably would've healed up before the weekend was out. Though then she might have had to raid the blood bank for him.]

No.

Yeh were bein' a bit of an ass.

And I was...and yeh didn' know who I was.

And so yeah.

I was kind of fuckin' pissed.

[He looks down with a funny expression, somewhat amused but largely perplexed, because, Eden, your violent impulses can be a little scary.]

Glad you didn't do it.

[Hey at least she didn't try to shoot you. She sort of disengages from Frankie to get back on her feet and starts to wrap the dough she'd been battering to rise]

So yeh'll be a bit busy with this, yeah?

[He lets go when she tries to get away, going back to resting on the counter. At least she is not trying to use the dough to beat a hole through the countertop anymore.]

Yeah. Tonight at least, I'm guessing... Maybe longer if there're a lot of them.

[He frowns, not much liking the idea of spending the foreseeable future bleeding himself for strangers, but.]

Want me to go with?

Nah. I got it.

[She just gives him a look that says well if you say so, and dusts her hands off]

How bad is it?

How bad's what?

[She smirks a little, because she's trying to tease him into you know. You know. Taking her clothes off, probably. Or at least to smile]

Do I look like I jumped into a sneachta...er, a snow pile?

[Snow being slang for cocaine, but either way the metaphor works]

[He tilts his head, a smile teasing at the corner of his lips.]

No worse than usual.

What yeh're sayin' I should just keep bakin', then?

[He leans in a little with that same, subtle curve to his lips, the curl of his body putting them nearly eye-to-eye.]

Don't tire yourself out too bad.

[He lips crook, and it manages, if she were a vampire, to show fang. She's imitating his smile]

Well I've got to do somethin', yeah? While yeh're out savin' the world.

[His grin cracks a little wider, because it looks a little odd on her, though the expression's as familiar as his own reflection. Well, moreso, since he hasn't had one all that long.]

Saving's too much. I just want to leave it the way I found it. [A little closer, and half-stretched across the countertop he's actually looking slightly up at her.] I'll try not to keep you up baking too late.

[She leans down and kisses him, hard, on the mouth]

There are better ways to spend me time, I bet.

[She's teasing now]

But yeh best start savin' people from turnin' into monsters.

[The look in his eyes when he pulls back from kissing her in return-- and it takes a moment, for him to build that resolve-- is faintly predatory without a trace of bloodthirst. He can't swear he won't keep her up other ways.]

Yeah. Can't really put it off.

[There's a thrill in that look, for her, and she packs up a couple of loaves of bread and pushes them over, putting it between them, as if that'll discharge some of the energy between them. At least it distracts her from teasing him into distraction]

Go. Take some bread, fuck, we have enough of it. Wake me up when yeh get back.

[He laughs, a short huff of breath, at the bizarre image of solemnly handing over baked goods after bringing people back to life, but takes what she pushes over and resists the urge to dawdle any longer. The sooner he takes care of these people the sooner it's all over.]

Of course.

[She goes back to what she was doing, except not as nasty. There are words on the tip of her tongue but she doesn't say them. She just kneads dough]

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