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[Horst is sitting on the wall, and he lies back and sets the PCD down behind him. It can catch sight of the moon overhead and, sometimes, Horst's hands. Sewing.]

You know, it's summer and I'm sleeping quite a bit more--consider it my hibernation period. But that's really not much of an excuse not to get to know all these newcomers, especially with so many people leaving....

I'm Horst Cabal. I run a bar, sometimes. I'm going to start a school--everyone is welcome to attend or teach a class.

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

...really?

[He totally is. And he's giggling.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Hey.

What, you think I pin every priest to a wall or make out with them on a beach?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Just the ones you like.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He grins]

Well there you go, then.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Yuca scoffs.]

Fine. I'll be there in half an hour.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I'll see you soon.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[The feed clicks off.]



[[ooc: offline or handwave?]]

[OFFLINE]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst waits for him outside, as he usually does for his late night visitors. He is, as expected, very shirtless.]

[OFFLINE]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[He smiles bashfully when he finally sees him, shaking his head.]

And here I thought you'd come to your senses and put your clothes back on.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Not for a moment!

[He stands]

In fact, I took something else off. Just for you.

[See his feet? They're now naked, too.]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Right.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Is there a reason you're out here with your shirt and shoes off?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

It's night. Time to be comfortable. The better question is, why are you so dressed up?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Because unlike some, I prefer to preserve my modesty.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He tugs lightly on Yuca's shirt, straightens his collar]

Why? You're not a nun. And if you were that would be even worse for you, given my clergy and nunnery fetish.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[He just has to sigh and shake his head, letting Horst touch his clothes.]

I'm a priest, Horst. As you're so often inclined to forget.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I haven't forgotten at all, Father. I confess everything to you.

[He glances behind them at the house, then leads Yuca around back. Johannes is up.]

Hypothetically, how bad would it be if I were to sleep with an angel?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Hypothetically.

[He rolls his eyes.]

There aren't any scriptures relating to that, Horst. Besides which, don't even act like you're in any way concerned with your standing in Heaven.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Well that's a relief. And of course I am. I'm a very moral...vampire. As far as vampires go.

Are there scriptures about flirting with priests? [Because flirting is clearly as far as he goes. Yup.]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

If you're not married to the angel, then- yes.

[He can't help but smile though.]

'Flirting' can be roughly translated to 'coveting' or 'lusting after'. Which is a sin with anybody, unless joined by marriage. Which, of course, priests are not permitted to do.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst catches the smile, and grins a bit.]

That's a shame. I'm rather enjoying 'lusting after' a priest.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you are.

[He rubs at his eyes.]

You should ask for forgiveness.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Should I? Maybe I ought to work it off, instead. Or you could flog me for penance.

[But his grin fades a little]

Tired?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

A little.

[A lot.]

And I doubt that flogging would make you regret anything.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You know, I've never actually enjoyed the masochistic angle. But you're right, of course.

So if I can't regret I may as well indulge, mm?

[He tugs Yuca closer, into a lazy but brief kiss]

Anyway. Upstairs? I'll make you tea or something, help you stay up.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Then maybe I will flog you. So long as you don't enjoy it.

[He smiles into the kiss, casually laying an arm around Horst's shoulder.]

Don't worry about it. Adventures with you are plenty to keep me up.