Is it the welcome wagon

[reluctantsword]

Who: Wallie Smith and Anna Demirovna
When: Evening, day 16
Where: Wallie's house.
What: At last, meeting in public.


Wallie had tea on.

He suspected Shonsu would have rather died than make tea for an impending guest, but as far as Wallie figured, he was operating more in his own world than Shonsu's. So never mind what Shonsu might think.

As it was, he was feeling a bit ridiculous. Whoever the previous owner of the house had been, the man of the house had apparently been quite a bit smaller than Shonsu was, and Wallie was a bit pressed for clothing that might fit Shonsu's much larger frame. Pants were, at present, an impossible dream, so Shonsu's blue kilt would have to do for now. Sorry, Anna. At least he had managed to find a shirt that sort of fit, even if he couldn't button it up.

He really would have to ask around for clothing donations, at some point.

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[reluctantsword]

Animals, then. Well, he couldn't have any moral reservations about that, not if he was being honest with himself.

"Maybe I don't trust you," Wallie said, with as genuine a smile as he could muster, "but I did just meet you, and this is still very new to me."

To be fair, there were a lot of other things he wanted to ask her about vampirism, how close was it to legends and which legends, but now maybe wasn't the time.

"Your secret is safe with me, Anna. I can promise you that."

[indiscreet]

"That's true," she admitted, almost but not quite returning the smile. (It hovered at and then faded from her lips.) "It's...hard for me to trust you as well, as much as I want to. Secrecy is normally paramount among the Kindred and... well, I'm a bit shocked at myself for telling you so much, so quickly."

That, at least, was complete honesty. There was a part of her — well, most of her — that was utterly panicked at the notion of just how thoroughly she'd broken the Masquerade for this man she barely knew. She wanted him to...well, she wanted him to like her. Entrancement crossed her mind, of course, but...it felt like cheating.

She sighed, ran a hand through her hair. "Thank you for listening."

[reluctantsword]

"Thanks for listening to me, too." Wallie gave her a smile. "Look, I'm guessing there aren't any more... anyone else like you, here." He'd been about to say "any more like you" and then thought better of it; it sounded kind of insensitive, not to mention demeaning. For that matter, was what he actually said any better? Maybe, maybe not, but it was as good a save as he could come up with on the fly.

"But either way, I think I can easily promise not to reveal your transgression to your Kindred, if it matters to you. If it comes up." He shrugged easily. "I won't lie and say this is easy for me to accept; it isn't. But I have some practice at coping with previously impossible things, so."