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From: https://lastvoyages.dreamwidth.org/991942.html?thread=125923270#cmt125923270

[It’s a short enough stroll to the other man’s room, and although Lawrence does not own a watch, and his cabin remains glass-walled and clock-less, he is uncomfortably aware of the fact that he knows what time it is, down to the second, and how much time has passed between one thing and another to the same degree. He does not appreciate it. Time, Lawrence thinks, is something you should be able to lose track of. And it seems like something that is for the benefit of someone else more so than himself. Lawrence is a man who shows up when he feels like it, not at appointed times.

He therefore does not arrive punctually for reasons entirely based on petulant defiance, but he has managed to wear a shirt that does not have bullet holes in it. He knocks by kicking the door twice with his toe.]

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[revpirenewlin]

[In the time since their previous communication and now, Steve has practically gutted his cabin. There were frequent breaks as, reduced to human levels of strength and speed, the vampire became all too keenly aware he did not lead an athletic life. Especially after the divorce, and all the late-night drive-thrus while he stalked every supernatural lead he could sniff out.

By the time Lawrence is heading in his direction, all of the fancy chairs have been shuffled to one side of the room, stacked haphazardly atop one another. Only the couch remains in what he's dubbed "The Teaching Corner". A classroom standard, olive-green "ABC" banner hangs there, and beneath it, about twelve different books arranged in stacks of four. Westerns, books on horses, revenge stories from various prolific authors... He pretty much gathered an eclectic collection. From Dr. Seuss to Edgar Allan Poe; how fast did a Host learn things, anyway?

Well. He was about to find out.

He's putting the finishing touches on his stacks of books when the knock, if it could be called that, comes. It occurs to him, in just that second, he doesn't really have a proper game plan here. Basically winging the whole thing. What could go wrong? He half-dashes to the door, opening it grandly and waving with a gesture to the interior. As always, smiling broadly.]

Welcome, welcome!