Mad_Blood

The bright blue eyes rolled back at her answer to his rhetoric. A lazy grin hung on his face as she cut to the Hecuba, and, his tickle box turned over, he slapped his knee as a laugh escaped him. "HAHAHAHA!"

He suddenly got up then, holding a hand up as if to pause the conversation, and walked to a counter that just happened to be there, for all intents and purposes, and fancied himself a drink. Dean looked at Remy.

"What's your poison, boss? C'mon, we need a couple of rounds in us if we're going to talk about the D-word," asked Dean, casually conjuring up a fire in his hand. "Mind you, I make a helluva MEAN flaming c*cktail."

"HAHAHAHA, there! Time of death?! Ah the witching hour, how fitting. Though I can't really perish anymore than you could, Remiz. I'm buddy buddy with Death—which explains a lot of things, now that I said it out loud. Like why I'm still alive and pounding away. But /wow/, you really can't for me to shuffle off this mortal coil somehow, huh? You're funny with a dash of trauma, and that's always my kind of company. I'm wounded too."

He watched her carefully. Then perked up; Dean read the room but came with a different energy.

"Oh do spill, sister. I'd listen to you for hours. Is he more handsome than me? If yes... then he obviously doesn't exist."

“H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S. You dangerously hilarious vampire you. One more joke, I could drop dead. The months of silence have been deafening without the rave you bring on, that's for sure. Ha, what can I say? Hounds are the best kind of friends! You don't have to watch the door, for one. For two, you'd been hunted to the ends of the earth but here we are. I have gotten real used to having you around. That's all there is to it.”

Missing my favorite unhinged 300-year old creecher friend. I guess that means you. XD

"Happy New Year, Remiz. Did you suffer the natural influx of dead souls too? The mortal youth these days... I had to work overtime to scare a guy who had his first orgasm. AN ORGASMIC DEATH. Can you believe that? Of course he's a hero in my book."

Also I just started watching House. WHERE HAS THIS SHOW BEEN ALL MY LIFE?

"Happy Holidays, my starving Malkavian counterpart! This Christmas season I got you the best present of all. Me, duh."

"Wanna watch Phantom of the Opera with me this Halloween, or have you honestly got better things to do? I swear, I won't even try anything. Believe it or not I like talking to you, Miz Rem. It's thrilling to know every thought of mine bleeds into yours. It's a challenge of the wits, a mental cardio, so how bout we keep on this bonding? Hey, we might just meet each other's broodmates when it strikes midnight."

"Ah, curious curious... I see we do have different outlets. Mine are fannies and yours are experiencing insides of a different kind --- but! Never mind my innocence there, have *you* ever been called to a wild hunt mid-f***? Robbed of a smokeshow, I tell you."

"Your loss then, Miz 'ray of gloom and doom' Rem. All fang and no bite. But just as well, I like playing the long game. I do this to eke out a living you know? The hound and pound."