burnination | cuddlr;

sure, i love apocalypse dates

when's good for you?

any time after sunset

i have some problems with daylight. otherwise, i will go when it suits you.

right, vampire thing

you know where witch haus is?

no, but i am very new. is that where i call on you?

where i call on you hahaha thats adorable. yeah, i live here. have you met tris and marco? they're here too.

??
is that not what people say
have i grown unfashionable??? that is terrible news, what should i say now?

and no. this is my second day, i have not met anyone yet.

[ But he'll meet them in like two days, it's inevitable. ]

lol maybe a little, but only in the 21st century
keep saying it like that, its cute

you will, ill show you

[ and heres the handwaved address for witch haus as well ]

cute is a good thing, yes? i hope so

[ He'll follow those instructions after dark, and find it easily enough. Once he's close, the scent alone would draw him. He hesitates at the edge of the land, aware of the heat hanging in the air around him.

He'll wait for Max. He's dressed like he stepped straight out of the eighteenth century, complete with dark blue frock coat, buttoned shirt and waistcoat. In fairness, there hasn't been much time for shopping yet. ]

yes, yes. its a very good thing. youre many good things, rafaello d’este

[ once he shows up, the wards places around the house do enough to alert max to the supernatural creature’s presence, and he makes his way downstairs and out the front door. He’s at least dressed in something relatively respectable - a button up plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and khaki cargo pants. That’s Sunday Best for Max, okay? If he actually ever went to church.

A wide grin strikes across his lips the closer he gets, taking in the man’s outfit. Reaching out, he has to touch, feeling over the fabric and the ascot. ] Look at you, all old school fancy.

[ Pleased, Rafa steps in a little. He traces his fingers over Max's wrist, one eyebrow lifting. ]

Does that make you new school? I'm afraid this is the best I have.

[ For now. He hates looking out of place. His hand moves up, fingers slipping between Max's. ]

So. Where are we going? I will bow to your superior knowledge of the place.

It makes me someone from the 21st century.

[ Max laughs, fingers exploring the fabric of his clothes, the rich tailoring, and Rafa's touch on his wrist. Ah, it's going to be a good night. ] It's good, I like it. Classic.

[ it gives Rafa that other worldly feel, and Max loves it a little. Right, where we're going. ] To the tavern at the end of the world. [ har har. ]

Come on, I'll drive. [ Max gives a jerk of his head, towards the dirty Jeep in the driveway not far from them. They aren't taking horses or public transportation, sorry. ]

[ Rafa brightens noticeably, and takes Max’s hand. ]

In the car machine? They are so much better than anything I knew at home.

[ Because he’s familiar with horse-drawn carriages, you know. The jeep might be dirty, but it looks big and fast, and Rafa’s crooked grin makes no secret of how eager he is to try it. ]

Show me how it works! You know one of these almost hit me when I first arrived. It seems as though they are everywhere.

[ He’s tugging Max towards it now. This was a good call. ]

[ oh no, he's adorable. oh no. max's smile brightens, if it were possible to get any wider, and he tugs at Rafa to bring him over to the jeep, one hand reaching inside, beneath the steering wheel, for the lever to pop the hood. ]

They were invented something like... late 1800s? Not sure exactly. I think it took a while to be mainstream, because they didn't start out great. [ like any invention, it takes a period of time to work out the bugs. max was never huge on auto history, but he at least knows his way around his own jeep. dragging rafa to the front, he pulls the hood up and open with one hand, not ready to let go of rafa's. ]

See that big thing? That's the engine. It's powered by kind of oil based fuel that causes internal combust-- [ he pauses, realizing there's no real easy way to describe how this works without seriously confusing this man. ] Basically, it makes small, controlled explosions the produce power to run all the rest of the mechanisms in the car.

Does that... make any sense?

[ Rafa keeps his hand, pleased by his excitement. It's probably nothing to be pleased over, but it's obvious Max likes his interest in the car. He leans in, seeing the engine and...all of the parts. And tubes. And canisters of what looks like water, but probably is not. He looks up, expression disbelieving. ]

So you are saying it explodes, over and over again, and that is what makes it move.

Like a firework.

[ That being his main experience of things that explode. He looks at Max, lifting one very expressive eyebrow. ]

It sounds like magic, and that never makes sense. [ But then he grins. ] Show me how it works. Please? [ He slides closer, his free hand touching Max's waist. ]

In the simplest of ways, yeah, that’s about right. [ max tells him with a quiet laugh. Its as much as he’ll really be able to explain to someone from Rafa’s time.

Instead, he grins wide at the request for demonstration, and tugs at rafa’s forearms to pull him along to the driver’s side door.

Pulling his keys free, max slips in, and pants a palm at a thigh, signaling for Rafa to hop up. Of course, he could slip in the back or the passenger seat, but the view just isn’t as good from there. Clearly. ]

Come on. I’ll even let you turn the key.

[ Rafa sees no reason to hesitate. Grinning, he hops up into Max's lap, slides his arm around his shoulders and settles there, his other hand moving to run over the wheel.

When he turns, their faces are quite close together, and this seems not to bother Rafa at all. ]

This looks complex.

[ He settles back against Max, clearly eager. ]

Can you drive with me here?

[ ah yes, lap full of pretty boy, excellent, just as planned. max is grinning as rafa hops onto him, not shying away from the closeness of their face, even dipping forward to tap his nose to the other man's. because he's max and he does that.

as for driving like this, uuuhhhh... ]

Probably not the safest thing but... yeah, I drive with Moose sticking her head out my window, so why not.

[ Moose being his great dane. and that's not very safe either. arms around rafa's middle, he tugs him around some, positioning him until he has an easy reach to the pedals, the gear shift, and the wheel, with sight out the window. and then, he takes rafa's hand, and pulls it to the key, to turn it in the ignition and fire the jeep up. ]

[ Rafa, who has little care for safety, stays exactly where he is. He shuffles close on Max's lap, theoretically trying to give him more space to get at his pedals. Then he grins as he's directed to the key, and when the machine roars to life beneath them, he lets out a delighted laugh. ]

Small explosions! I like it.

[ Grinning around at Max, he leans in to nudge his nose against his cheek. ]

I will not stick my head out the window. I promise.

[ He shifts his hips just a little. ]

Take me for a ride, Max.

[ oh no he's cute.

it's adorable, how excited he gets when the little explosions in the engine flare up, and the jeep roars to life, and max can't help but grin back at him, snicking at the nudge against his cheek. ]

You can, if you want. No one's stopping you, and once we get on a highway, it'll feel pretty nice.

[ not that they should be going on a highway like this. welp. he's magic, okay, he'll think of something. either way, he puts the jeep in reverse, and watches the mirrors as he backs down the driveway, and out into the street. ]

Where to?

[ Rafa imagines the wind rushing through his hair while he sticks his head out of a moving jeep, and can't help laughing. That sounds ridiculous, Max.

Anyway he's quite happy right here, settled against what turns out to be a very warm witch boy who doesn't seem to mind Rafa invading his personal space. His fingers start to play with the short hairs at the back of Max's neck. ]

Anywhere! I do not know this city yet. Somewhere nice.

Then somewhere I can buy you a drink, after. As thanks for showing me around.

cuddlr;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject