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Dec. 5th, 2008 02:58 pmIt's midday when the doorbell rings, which means someone human has to answer it; though the doorway is (by design) in shadow, diffuse sunlight can still cause vampire skin to smoke, and that has a tendency to be off-putting to potential clients. Andrew's out, and Gunn's asleep, which leaves Jonathan.
He opens the door cautiously. "Can I help you?"
Standing on the doorstep is a skinny young man, prematurely balding, wearing a trenchcoat over a shapeless sweater and jeans. Not so much standing as hunching, actually: his shoulders are slumped, his hands in his coat pockets. Behind his glasses, his eyes go to Jonathan's face and then flick away, looking past him into the entryway; he looks, and sounds, exhausted. "I, I hope so. Um. This is kind of ... okay. Focus. Sorry. Are you him?" He turns his head aside and down, as though to speak to someone standing beside him at about waist height. "Is this him?"
Jonathan blinks. "...Him who?"
"Look, this isn't -- " This is still directed at the invisible companion. "Okay, then, you do the talking." The young man sighs heavily, and looks back at Jonathan, drawing a closed hand out of his pocket. "Sorry about this. My partner needs to talk to you."
He opens his hand palm up at chest height, and a tiny bright-green snake uncurls and ( raises its head... )
He opens the door cautiously. "Can I help you?"
Standing on the doorstep is a skinny young man, prematurely balding, wearing a trenchcoat over a shapeless sweater and jeans. Not so much standing as hunching, actually: his shoulders are slumped, his hands in his coat pockets. Behind his glasses, his eyes go to Jonathan's face and then flick away, looking past him into the entryway; he looks, and sounds, exhausted. "I, I hope so. Um. This is kind of ... okay. Focus. Sorry. Are you him?" He turns his head aside and down, as though to speak to someone standing beside him at about waist height. "Is this him?"
Jonathan blinks. "...Him who?"
"Look, this isn't -- " This is still directed at the invisible companion. "Okay, then, you do the talking." The young man sighs heavily, and looks back at Jonathan, drawing a closed hand out of his pocket. "Sorry about this. My partner needs to talk to you."
He opens his hand palm up at chest height, and a tiny bright-green snake uncurls and ( raises its head... )
