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[confiscated]

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.]

[bloodprayer]

Whaaat.

[ Michael's hopeful curiosity gives way to visible disappointment, and he slumps down against the table, looking up at Tate from beneath blond hair. He wants to know as much about Tate as possible... he wants to know what he can do, who he lives with, what he tells people about home. He's happy to hear Tate talk about a next time, but he's - impatient. Annoyed, childishly. ]

Fine, be a tease. [ He brings his beer back to his lips, taking a small sip and hating the taste enough to pull another face. Fucking awful. He sets the bottle back down, eyeing Tate. He thinks he knows the answer to what he wants to ask, but... he'll ask anyway, because he doesn't know what Tate will say. ]

Are... your powers new or from home?

[confiscated]

[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.