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Yeah, that's like the one area of weird I've got zero knowledge of. You want vampires, werewolves, wizards, I'm right there with you. You hit aliens and you're over my head.

...Your world has vampires and werewolves?

Maaaaaaaaybe.

Who's asking and why?

...I'm not answering that on this thing, I don't trust it.

Okay, I said I was doing this thing? I'll do the thing. I'll press the button and as long as I don't actually end up in the World Without Shrimp, we'll figure out where to meet.

Though I'm gonna point out that you won't talk to me on a thing that you hit the 'TRANSPORT' button on.

Different kind of trust.

Tell me where you are once you arrive and I'll find you. Or come find me.

[ roughly 10 minutes pass before ]

THERE ARE FLYING CARS. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THERE WERE FLYING CARS.

Sorry? Everything's new to me, I don't know what is to you.

Describe where you are or give me an address or something..

Point one, there is a big honking tower.

Point two, 'McAran Industries' is written on said tower.

Unspoken point three: the attendant at the front desk that he'd been talking to looked like she wanted to climb him like a tree and he really really wanted to leave soon.

[ It didn't take Steve long to find the place. It didn't even take too long for him to somewhat tentatively make his way in, looking around as he did. Then he looked kind of like he wanted to leave, too.

The guy was ridiculously attractive and noticing that was pretty novel, but there was also the matter of him looking like he was about to be climbed. He hesitated a second or two and then: ]

Thomas? Yeah, I'm Steve. Am I interrupting?

[ He's not TRYING to be devastatingly gorgeous at Steve like a punch to the libido. It's just that it's a Genuine Smile from him, because oh thank goodness, get him out of there. ]

Nope! No interruption here. Nothing at all. I'm glad to see you, as a matter of fact. And...

[ Quick glance. ]

Julie here was very helpful explaining things, but I think I'm all full up on explanations for the moment. It's time to explore, am I right?

[ He didn't even wait. ]

I'm right. Lead the way, Steve?

Steve felt bad for the guy, he really did. Yeah, that smile made Steve a little weak in the knees, which was pretty bewildering, but he looked so desperate for an escape. >

"Yeah, Steve. Come on, let's get out of here."

He was already walking, giving Julie a little wave and frown as he moved out the door and picked a random direction. Just turned and walked.

"Sorry about that" Because it was his fault, clearly. "You all right?"

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Yeah, Thomas gave him a very skeptical look on that apology because--

"Not exactly your fault, man. But the save is very much appreciated." He waved off the question of whether he was all right.

"And yeah, I'm good. She just fell to it way quicker than most people. I'm not even dressed up."

And he wasn't. He was wearing a pair of worn and faded jeans, a t-shirt with a Star Wars joke on it, and his hair was the picture they'd put beside an entry for 'bedhead', though on him, it definitely tended closer to 'sexhair' even if the former was more accurate than the latter.

Steve shrugged. "Not being my fault doesn't mean I don't feel bad. If nothing else I convinced you to push the button."

Not that that really answered the question and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to ask it. He actually walked a few more steps before he gave up the fight. "Fell into what?" He didn't think, some how, 'the size of my ego' was it. Not that the kid wasn't drop dead gorgeous or that Steve wasn't noticing, but his frame of reference was limited.

He looked over at Steve thoughtfully for a moment before leaning in, skimming his fingers past the other man's as he got a taste for his energy. He'd been skittish about talking about the supernatural and now he was asking questions. Well, the answer he got was helpful but... odd. No werewolf where he was from tasted quite that... strong.

He swept into the movement, trotting forward before turning back to face Steve as he crossed his arms and walked backwards.

"Fell to, not really fell into," he clarified, "and the answer is 'why I can't get a normal job.' Natural ability. A certain kind of magnetism. If you think about it, you might figure out what I'm talking about."

Steve watched the movement and he listened to the explanation but: "I probably could, but I'm not going to."

Which wasn't that he couldn't and wasn't thinking but he was staunchly refusing to make assumptions. Just flat out refusing and good luck convincing him to change his mind on that, and no, it wasn't about being tentative.

It was officially now a kind of wariness and caution.

He stopped and crossed his arms. He eyed the other man warily for a moment before breathing in, breathing out with a huff, and rolling his eyes.

"For the save: ever heard the word 'incubus' outside of a heavy metal album cover?"

The huff and eye-roll were... How could a huff and eye-roll be sexy? He was sure Tony thought both were, but neither were. They were immature and petulant.

And yet.

Well. All things considered. "Sure. So we file demons with werewolves and vampires and you are one."

Yep, he was not really taking it that in stride, but he wasn't far off it. Of course his life had been weird to start with and had recently gotten much weirder. Then there was this place.

He wiggled his hand with a bit of a face.

"Not quite right, but it's about as much as I'm going to say out on the street here. But no, I am not a demon."

He just had one inside of him. Big difference.

"I don't have a means of getting us off the street handy, so I guess we're just going to have to leave it there." He was curious, and frustrated, but he wasn't going to press.

Really didn't know what to make of the not a demon thing, though. Not a literal demon, maybe? Who knew. Sex vampire was close enough, he guessed. "Let's do that exploring you mentioned, anyway."

"Maybe explore our way to a nice hole in the wall hamburger joint and chat in a convenient corner?" Because he can see that frustration. "Or did you really want to actually legit explore?"

"I'm okay doing some exploring while we find somewhere to eat, assuming you can stop the waitresses from swooning while we're trying to have a conversation." Swooning. Either way, he's walking, and hey - he knows one place that has food, thanks to Betty.

"Hey," he pointed out, "literally, don't hate me because I'm beautiful."

He grinned, just a little before starting to trot to catch up to the walking man over here.

"Feed me because I'm hungry and want to talk. I'll follow you."

"You'd have to work a lot harder than that to make me hate you," he said, in an oddly depreciating tone. "You're not even all the way over the line to irritation, yet."

That's joking and playing a bit, though, and once he's caught up he puts his hands in his pockets and heads for that diner.

"Well, I should hope not. All I've done is made sure I'm not airing my white laundry all over the place."

He ducked a little to trot behind Steve and catch up, hopping forward to get the door to the diner door for him.

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