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 Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:11 pm
The dishes had been put into the dish washer, the table had been cleared and cleaned, before Blaise went to check on the wash while asking the other to join him. He wasn’t going to risk the others' clothing, but he wasn’t letting them leave till the clothing was all washed and dry. If that happen to take till tomorrow, due to clothing needing to hang and air dry, then that was ok as well. He had plenty of guest rooms and the other was more than welcome to stay, it was fairly safe out here; his home was just outside the main part of the city.
This was all said calmly, as if it wasn’t anything to think about, while motioning the other into the laundry room so they could work on the clothing which needed tending to. “The only thing we have out here, as far as I’ve seen, are a bunch of rabbits and snow..sheep.” As if those two words made sense when combined together, and yet he’d seen sheep that looked like heaps of snow with a head and four legs.The things this city created was something else, something he didn’t have words for, it was as if someone had drugged him and the trip was lasting a very long time.
He was certain that wasn’t the case though.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:12 pm
The soup had been good for warming him up, even if it was more calorie-dense than he usually ate. At least it was something, and he didn’t feel like he was shivering anymore. The offer to stay the night was surprising, especially considering they were barely more than strangers.
Shaking his head, he went through getting things set up to hang dry because the last thing he wanted to do was try to restretch his pants back out after a toss through the dryer. Whatever things they were mentioning hadn’t shown up around him, not that he hadn’t heard about snow rabbits from one of the children who had run into the prep kitchen at last week’s client’s house.
It was easier to stay quiet as he worked through his clothing, thoughts swirling through his mind as he occasionally chanced a glance over at Blaise. “Sounds weird, the sheep and rabbits I mean.” A simple enough response as he watched them and wondered about things.
“You could’ve just dropped me off at my place.” Though thinking on it, only Desiree really knew where it was. That didn’t mean the cat hadn’t told Blaise just in case. It was frustrating to have eyes on him like that, judging him or looking for things he didn’t want to be looked into.
“But now what? Do you have something to drink here since we couldn’t get to the club?” Looking back towards the way the kitchen was, he stretched and cracked his neck again. There was still that tension there from the work week and fall he’d taken that hadn’t exactly eased up yet.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:12 pm
“This whole city is weird. How it doesn’t make it to the internet, how my grandfather didn’t find out about this city, is beyond me.” Because surely if his grandfather knew about this city, had found out from a connection of his, he wouldn’t have sent his grandson here. The only real lessons to be learned in this city all dealt with survival, because this city was nothing but a lesson in that, this city was nothing like he’d thought he’d be arriving in when he’d first been shipped here.
“I could have, but I don’t know where your place is and I’d rather make sure you’re alright first. It’s easier to do that with you under my roof.” It made sense to Blaise, it let him assure the other was taken care of, and even if it meant opening his home up to someone he knew little about - it was all fine. They were on the same team and they really should become something like friends, maybe they would be what passed as friends for Blaise even, but this was a needed step for that.
“I do but do you really want to go drinking after that?” He questioned, watching the other work on their clothing, at least by morning the others' clothing would hopefully be good to go. “I’ll lend you bed clothing for the night and something to go home in tomorrow - after breakfast.” Because he wasn’t sending someone off on an empty stomach.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:12 pm
“I mean… a lot of things don’t make it to the news or internet. At least not in any sort of solid setup.” Conspiracies, maybe, stories of people disappearing, but he knew more mundane problems that also flew under the radar. People believed what they wanted to believe, and all these monsters didn’t really seem like something he thought anyone would want to exist.
With a laugh, he shook his head and was pleased to know that Desiree hadn’t crossed that line at least. Maybe it was because she knew that even if she had blackmail on him, he was still part of a larger and semi-important family in social circles.”That’s fair, I’m not there too often anyway.”
“I mean… it was my night off, so yes. I want to drink.” Giving them a look before he finished setting things up to dry, he then headed back towards the kitchen and leaned against the counter.
“I don’t need anything separate for sleeping in, unless I’m not allowed to sleep in these?” Gesturing to the lounge pants and shirt they’d lent him that were just a bit too big on him. The mention of breakfast felt both odd and nice. Not knowing what they made had him hesitant; the need to count calories and to keep to his strict habits was edging out over the offer of hospitality.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:13 pm
“Something this big though? A whole city for years?” That was hard to believe, with so many people living in this city, it should have gotten out somehow by now. Yet it hadn’t…and that was concerning, and made him wonder just how that was. Someone, he assumed, had a strangle hold on the media and made sure nothing got out. But why? “Alright, anything you prefer to drink? I can also just grab what I have and let you pick from the options.” He wasn’t so sure he wanted to drink anymore, the mood had left him thanks to the events of the night. But he wouldn’t stop the other from drinking if they wanted to, it seemed they might just need it.
“Oh, that’s fine. I just assumed bed clothing separate from lounge wear.” At least it was for himself, separate things in name so separate in use and purpose. He might come home and change from normal day clothing into lounge wear and than change into sleep wear after a shower. It was all normal for him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:16 pm
Shrugging, he let his head lean back and thonk lightly against the cabinets. “Who knows, didn’t the government keep a spy plane hidden for decades? And that was something tangible.” It was shifty at best, but he didn’t really care. It didn’t make him like it any more, all this shitty magic and bullshit that caused him trouble.
“Just a screwdriver, maybe. Vodka and orange juice, unless you have the stuff to make a cosmo.” Speaking with a tired sort of voice, he really wanted to get laid as he’d intended for the evening, but the odds weren’t looking likely. At least having a drink or two, then passing out,t might be a decent consolation.
“No, I usually just get out of my work clothes into pajamas or something as soon as I get home. Or straight into what I wear when heading out to the club.” There wasn’t a lot of downtime around the holidays, so he did what he could.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:17 pm
“Could be, the idea of it going up high enough that the government is keeping this under cover is disturbing.” Thankfully this wasn’t his country, he was here for school, he could go home to France in a few years…or so he hoped. Though he also, now that he was involved in things, assumed if he tried that he’d have a certain cat tracking him down and dragging him back to Destiny City. He might actually need to look into getting legal here…not what he wanted, not really, but it might be a need sooner rather than later.
“Makes sense.” Nodding as they mentioned their clothing routine, it was simple but made sense, he was a bit more picky with things but that worked for him. “I think I have both actually.” Shrugging as he made to go check, he had a section in his kitchen with bottles as well as mixers and in the fridge was any sort of juice which might be needed. There was, of course, things he didn’t have but Blaise had a good selection of things…since he, like the other, did like to party and sometimes might have a drink or two before going out.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:17 pm
“I doubt it’s that high up here, but more just people believing what they want and the idea of normal wins out over crazy magic s**t.” It was just easier that way and made the most sense. Hell, he’d heard and seen it more than enough at clubs or from clients as they talked about what was going on around the area.
Following them to look over the bottles, he helped himself to what they pulled out and made himself a drink, albeit a smaller one for now, since this wasn’t his home. Taking a seat back at the kitchen table, he sipped at his Cosmopolitan slowly and let his eyes fall closed. It was just what he needed, at least part of what he needed. “Good, perfect even,” he said with a sigh.
“Could’ve been a fun night, if not for the s**t, ugh. Maybe we can plan something together? Keep an eye out for that workaholic cat together.” Raising his glass in a sort of toast, he offered a smile toward the other.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:18 pm
“I suppose, it is easier to believe than the truth.” The truth was hard to believe, and yet so many things happened that seemed impossible to explain in any other way. “It just seems that some of the incidents have no normal explanation.” Some of the things he’d heard about were honestly off the wall insane, and he couldn’t think of anything which they could be mistaken for. Watching the other help themself he took a bottle of vodka for himself and grabbed a shot glass - one drink. He needed one, because watching the other drink made him want to drink.
“I’m glad you made yourself a good drink, it would have been better at a club with someone else making them.” With the music, and watching people dance, the whole night could have been better really. “I agree, tonight could have been a good night. The city decided to not allow it though. Something together? A night out hitting the clubs?” He questioned, raising his filled shot glass to the other.
“We could do that. We can make sure we’re both safe…incase anyone at a club decides to try something stupid.” Because while he’d never had an issue he knew there was always a possibility there.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2026 7:19 pm
Shrugging as he took another sip of his drink, he couldn’t deny that seeing the crazy s**t he’d seen recently had no normal explanation, but then again, before now he hadn’t really noticed or been effected by it. At least nothing that felt as direct until now.
“True, but my clients also tend to hire bartenders, so I’ve learned a few things.” It wasn’t much, but he did like experimenting with things here and there when he had time, especially when it came to making sugary wisps for garnish or working with chocolate.
“It could be fun, not that I’ve had too many people do stupid s**t at the bars.” At least not often enough that he cared. Afterall he didn’t stick to any one bar or club for long once he started getting around them. Another sip, savoring the feeling of sweet, sweet liquor warming him a bit more, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for now.
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