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]

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.