Jane Levy TWELV - May 2013 Shot by Thomas Giddings
I would, wouldn’t I?
[Sometimes he’s surprised that he can make jokes about it all things considered. But he pushes those thoughts out of his head in favour of reluctantly hoisting himself out of bed.]
And why not, hmm? Hey I’m going to grab a few more blankets for you before calling the heat guy since if I use my stuff I could set the whole bloody place on fire. Do you want your blood and tea?
Heat guy—Yeah, get him. You set this place on fire and you’ll be the one paying for repairs, or the new apartment.
[ A yawn, pushing tangled red hair away from her eyes. She’s considered moving quite a few times in the past—But this apartment’s grown on her; it’s no penthouse, but it’s warm and comfortable, and Jasmine gets her own room. So she’s perfectly alright with that. ]
Hm? Oh, no, it’s alright. Toast would be nice, though, if you don’t mind.
[ A sly grin in his direction. ] Please.
Hell has frozen over.
[It was said as Evan turns over and tugs her closer to him, wrinkling his nose slightly when some of her hair tickles it. He chuckles quietly before kissing the top of her head.]
And I’m not…sure. I can poke around a bit if you want. How is it you’re cold? You’re a vampire.
Yeah, you’d know.
[ Ah yes. Humour. At least she’s still got that. She probably makes vampire jokes over breakfast. That’s probably something she does, if she even eats breakfast. (She probably mixes blood in with her tea to avoid stomach aches). ]
I don’t know, I’m not a vampire expert.
[ She’ll curl up against him on the bed, red hair pulled back into a messy bun, pulling the covers up over her. Winter is the worst. She hates Winter. (The season. Obviously the season. God.) But hey, cuddling season. ]
I think the heater broke. I’m almost positive the heater broke. D’you know how to fix heaters or do I have to get a pretty electrician in? Do electricians fix heaters?