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[personal profile] confiscated 2018-11-29 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate's interest is waning during this brief silence and it's just before he starts looking away to zone out of this conversation that Michael pulls him back in. His head cants to the side and his gaze focuses on Michael, scrutinizing him to see if he's telling a lie but ultimately not being able to call bullshit outright. Well, he could, but instead:]

No shit. This from the porter or something you were born with?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2018-11-29 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate watches him with an equally studious look, staring unflinchingly into those baby blue eyes like he expects to see his own reflection inside Michael's pupils. It'd be stranger to hear this if he hadn't already been exposed to a year's worth of porter-met people, cannibals and false Gods. Hail, rain, control of other people? Interesting, but not the most remarkable shit around. Better than what Tate has, to some degree, though.]

Birds?

[Honing in on that, he blinks. Finishes his beer and sits forward to sit the bottle on the shoddy little thing they call a coffee table. He's sitting forward to stand up, going for another beer from the fridge. In the process of that, he glances back at Michael.]

You good on that beer or do you want another?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2018-11-29 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Well that's fucking weird.

[Tate says, disappearing behind the fridge door after opening it. He doesn't seem fazed, returning to the couch with two bottles after uncapping them. He holds one out to Michael, but doesn't let go of it easily. Not before first saying one thing:]

Yes or no; you want this beer, right?

[Tate's just - slightly irked by the indecisiveness, realizing in the moment that it's going to get fucking annoying soon. He'll let go of the bottle if Michael answers yes, plopping back down to sip on his own and feed the buzz he has going with a moment of quiet before snickering.]

Don't worry about Jack. Don't think that'll kill him.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2018-11-30 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
I've seen weirder.

[When it comes to dead nurses and a demonic child who eats corpses in the basement to a variety of things here as well? Tate's actually not that concerned. Kid sounds fucked up in more ways than one, but - hey, at least he has magic for an excuse. Tate's fucked up and only a small portion of that can ever truly be blamed on anything other than himself.]

Scary is kind of cool, anyway. I can't do much here myself, but - I've been practicing what I can do.

[He pauses, a moment of concentration behind a blank stare with the rim of his bottle to his lips - and then the lights flicker on cue overhead. After that, he reanimates, brows arched and bottle tipped back for another drink. Maybe this artisan shit Derek buys isn't that bad after all.]

Again. Not much.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2018-11-30 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
A few things.

[Tate's become a little bit more open about it while here, likely because it's not uncommon for ImPorts to be weirdos. He mulls over whether or not he should keep talking, running his tongue over his teeth. Oversharing details about himself is something he knows from Derek wouldn't be good, especially for the two of them. But casually shooting the shit with a teen his age... while buzzed? He has trouble deciding where his lines should lay.]

I'll show you next time. I'm kinda buzzed, might not be a good mix right now.

[Last thing he needs to do is get stuck in a wall somehow.]
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[personal profile] confiscated 2018-11-30 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate snorts at the tease comment, rolling his eyes. It'll take just a few more awkward conversations between them or piercing, imploring stares from Michael before he starts to suspect maybe something's off but for the time being it's fine. He doesn't need to shut this kid down yet, even if there's a faint vibe of some ungodly attraction. Little does he know that's, well, exactly what it is. Antichrist and all.]

New.

[Is that a lie? It's not like they were really powers back home. Ghosts had abilities, sure, but he doesn't really know if it counts. So he lies, licking at his lip and eyeing Michael over again. That's another thing for down the road, figuring whether or not he can trust this kid.]

My life back home wasn't all that memorable.