[kavinsky flourishes around in rafa's hands like a puppy with his new best friend, straight out of the box on christmas day. he's trying not to overreact, apart from having recently jumped out of a window in salutation. his arms shape a hug around rafa's neck. he kisses the vampire, quick but fiercely. once, twice. his lips are fraught with tension-- not the langorous exchanges that used to follow the bite.]

If I'dve answered a fair question you probably woulda known it wasn't me, [he says. a third kiss, and then he lets his hands slip apart behind rafa's head. starts to get his feet properly underneath him.]

Some of them did. I got Murphy and Aric. Only fifty percent vampire racists. [tattooed fingers skim over rafaello's hair, fondly. settling the dark strands into place.] You still look pretty, mom.