71 Serendipity Street, Wednesday Evening

[nookiepowered]

Mitchell might not be forced to sleep while the sun was up like certain other vampires, but Bo still waited until twilight fell to walk over to his place. While the sun was up and the students were still moving around the grounds, she'd felt like she ought to stay close to the cameras and the school, just in case Kenzi's scenario of rampaging razor-toothed deer breaching the walls turned into more than an attempt to ditch class.

Yeah, so, um. That gun on Bo's hip, the one she'd snatched from a cranked-up mugger what seemed like half a lifetime ago? She hadn't seen any more razor-toothed deer on the way to Mitchell's, but if one came her way, she wasn't going after it with a security-issue blunt-ended phallic symbol.

Her knock at the door was a little bit nervous, and a little bit dull. That would be the gloves.

[OOC: For the resident, modded with his permission, and eeeeeeeepic SP.]

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[nookiepowered]

"Tell me you didn't touch any weird-looking rocks?"

He didn't look like bits of his skin were turning grey, but then again, neither did Bo unless you took off the gloves. ...And the jacket covering her left shoulder and the boot covering her right ankle. Shut up.

[chosehumanity]

"...No," Mitchell said. She got a bit of a stare, actually, because that was-- well, odd. "Did you come all this way to ask me that?"

[nookiepowered]

"No, I came all this way to--" ///eeeaaaaaaaaaaatbeeeeeeeegrooowwwwww/// Bo put a gloved hand to her head, riding out a flare of wooziness that had become unpleasantly familiar over the last two days, and losing whatever terribly clever thing she'd been about to say that would probably not have ended in 'your skinny Irish bones.' Maybe.

[chosehumanity]

His skinny dead Irish bones might not be so tasty.

"Woah, woah." Mitchell did catch that flash of wooziness, and shoved the door open. "Come on," he said, "You need to sit down."

[nookiepowered]

Well, had it been Bo finishing the sentence, the verb would have been jump, not ///eeeaaaaaaaaaaatbeeeeeeeegrooowwwwww///, if it was any comfort to his dead Irish bones.

Sentence unfinished, though, as Bo gladly followed Mitchell's request. "Sorry. I don't what that was, but it's been happening since Monday." Head a little clearer once she had a doorframe to steady herself against, Bo headed toward the couch. "Not just to me, I think."

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell shut the door as soon as she'd come in, and sighed. "Sorry. Haven't been paying attention to the radio," he said, following her into the living room.

[nookiepowered]

"Why am I not surprised?" Bo said, sinking down gratefully onto the nearest piece of furniture. "Something wrecked the firepit in the campgrounds this weekend, turned it into a big puddle with this weird rock-thing submerged in it. Then the animals started going nuts, and, well."

She tugged off one glove, wincing hard as she realized that some of that dark, scaly skin was coming off with it. "This. Shit."

At least she wasn't bleeding? The skin beneath was just a tight, splotchy gray, like an old but nasty scar.

[chosehumanity]

"Jesus!"

Mitchell sank down in front of her, reaching for her hand without thinking. "What the hell happened, Bo?"

[nookiepowered]

"I'm not blonde and there was no basement so I disobeyed the third rule of horror movies, and touched the stupid thing?" Trust her, she felt as dumb as she sounded. And ow, not because of the skin but because the joints were still sore and tight.

[chosehumanity]

"That was fairly stupid," Mitchell muttered, but he sounded more concerned than anything else. "Have you-- tried anything to fix it...?"

[nookiepowered]

Bo was going to take three hours a moment to just, you know. Look at Mitchell. Like there might be a conclusion he could draw here, possibly even without a diagram.

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell... blinked once. Then twice. Then managed a brief, if watery grin. "Sorry. This has been my first booty call in a while."

[nookiepowered]

Bo couldn't keep a laugh down, despite the ache-weird-ick. Because she was apparently twelve and hearing booty call in that accent was the most hilarious thing ever. Or at least in the last day, which really hadn't been very hilarious.

"So we can cross that off the list of reasons you were looking to talk to me, then..."

[chosehumanity]

"Yeah, we can forget about that for now," Mitchell said. It sounded more grim than he'd been going for. He reached almost gently for her face.

[nookiepowered]

"Hey, now, catching me up on The Real Hustle is important too. Who knows when somebody's gonna try to scam me out of my hard-earned bartending tips?"

[chosehumanity]

"They did do a section on pubs last week," Mitchell said, briefly off track. But then: "Just take what you need."

[nookiepowered]

"Careful. That was almost romantic." Bo didn't really give him a chance to protest that, because then there might be time to catch some reflection in her face of how kind-of-sweet it actually was.

[chosehumanity]

It was the first time doing this since that time. Mitchell chose not to think about it. Bo needed him, and he wasn't planning to fail anyone the way he'd done Annie. Not again, anyway.

He kissed her back, hands steady against her face, and let her.