[There is one downside to having a Moment with a vampire when it's the middle of the day: no personal space. It's a feeling he remembers well, and it's not much more pleasant now than it was then. Before he's dressed and back in the sitting room, Dorian does himself briefly consider leaving out of an impulse of petty spitefulness, but in the end he decides against it.
But it's awkward.
He smothers the aggravation still buzzing faintly in the back of his head, and picks up the box of clove cigarettes sitting on the windowsill as he passes them. Tapping the box in the center of his palm, he draws a dark cigarette out and sticks it between his lips. He checks to make sure he's far enough away that any light coming through won't fall near Larus, and then pushes out the (absurdly high up) window as he settles himself to sit next to it on the large sill.]
Anything new? [Referencing the network on Larus' device as he flicks at his lighter at few times.
He'd rather move past the awkwardness than talk about it.]
.... forgot about sunlight woops shhh
But it's awkward.
He smothers the aggravation still buzzing faintly in the back of his head, and picks up the box of clove cigarettes sitting on the windowsill as he passes them. Tapping the box in the center of his palm, he draws a dark cigarette out and sticks it between his lips. He checks to make sure he's far enough away that any light coming through won't fall near Larus, and then pushes out the (absurdly high up) window as he settles himself to sit next to it on the large sill.]
Anything new? [Referencing the network on Larus' device as he flicks at his lighter at few times.
He'd rather move past the awkwardness than talk about it.]