[OPEN] sex and candy?

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris bit his lip, smile faltering some. "It'was just a question, I don't need a story," He teased them with a smile, taking another bite of his burger. "See back in England, at least where I'm from, being homosexual is a sin." Meaning the upper kingdom, kings had queens and princes had princesses. "So I can't help but be curious when I actually meet one." He smiled faintly, reaching to rub at his throat again.
A little girl tapped his leg, glancing up with big brown eyes.
"Mister you got a quarter?"
"No."
She giggled. "You talk funny."
"You talk funny," He shot back. "And you're quite short." He wrinkled his nose at her, but fished around in his pocket until he found one and handed it to her, wathing her scamper off to the gumball machines.

[parish kennedy]

"Just because you're in America means it's no less a sin here. We still have people who preach that it's sick and wrong for two people of the same sex to be together. But I've been gay all my life and I'm older than the two of you put together. And I've never have anyone try to kill me, Todde." She looked over at him and he shrugged.

"So you're old, gay, AND pregnant? Holy cow." He said with a smile, and she rolled her eyes.

"You see what I put up with? Boy's got nothing but a mouth on him."

"Oh, but I do so much more than talking with it, Pa- OW." He wrinkled his nose as she smacked him.

"Dinner, Todde. Use some of the manners your mother gave you!" She complained, taking another bite of his burger. He just laughed, watching the little girl walk off.

"You guys say aluminum funny." Todde told him, taking a bite of his burger.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris laughed softly at their antics as he straightened back up, shook his head in slow amusement. He knew, any person in their family that may have been gay married a woman for the sake of being right. He just hoped that someday he would have somebody to tell.
He raised an eyebrow at the other male when he spoke.We say aluminum fu- hey..!" He complained, nose scrunching up again. He smirked, shaking his head, and turned back to his burger.
'Don't look at him, Paris.'
'He's gay like you though..'
'Do you want him in trouble? Besides, he's clearly a wolf.'
'Can't you smell it right now? And don't you want blood instead of a burger?'
He drew in a careful breath.

[todde allen devine]

"Al-oo-men-ee-um." He said with a laugh, taking a bite out of his burger. Parish just shook her head, half of her's already gone. "Slow down there, chubby. You're gonna turn into a cow."

"Oh hush. You're the animal here." She retorted, then already wanted to take it back when he smirked.

"Heh.." He took another bite of his burger, flipping back through his magazine before he handed it to her. She started reading over the article, giving Todde the chance to look him over. "What else do we say funny that you clearly say better?" He asked with a smile.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris scoffed. "It isn't my fault," He complained. He watched Parish a moment, then took another bite of his burger and a swallow of his drink, doing his best to focus on anything but the voices and his deeper hunger.
"Other words. Let's see. 'Water', 'brilliant'..ehm.. 'naughty'." He smirked and laughed, eyes glittering in amusement. "I'm-"
"Sir!"
He glanced towards the two girls and mentally groaned. But he had to keep the act up.
"Pardon me," He murmured, standing and striding towards them. The girl smiled, sliding a piece of paper towards him. "Call me maybe?"
He smiled. "Perhaps."
Playing with it in his fingers he wandered back and slid it into his pocket, to hopeully discard later.

[todde allen devine]

Parish laughed when Todde snatched his magazine back. "He's only playing by your rules, Toddey." She teased, reaching over to take it back and read his article. "And besides, girls bother you. So don't even sit there looking bummed. Let him do as he pleases."

"Are you sure you weren't cut out to be a mom?" He asked, and she smacked him with the magazine. "Ugh! Parish! You messed up my hair." He complained, and she just smiled, taking another bite of her burger. She watched him get up and walk to the bathroom to fix it, and smiled over at Paris.

"Wanna read? It's about a haunted house across town." She said, offering him the magazine to read it. "You can always read it in your lovely accent and bother Todde when he comes back."

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris glanced up at her with a faint smile, then back at the girls before slipping the paper into the trash discreetly. "Haunted house hm?" He murmured, glancing at it before sighing. "You know, I have yet to meet a straight woman here worth my interest." He hadn't met any woman worth his interest, but still. He was terrified of admitting his sexuality just because he was in another country. Because no way could he bring a boy back, nor would it blow over well if people found out he was here. It wouldn't look good at all. And the biggest shame of all back home would be a child of royalty being disowned for such reasons.
He hadn't realized how trouble he had grown until the smell of blood grew that much stronger and he raised his head, a fang cutting his lip as they slid out. He searched out the gentleman with ease, a papercut from the files he was going through.
Paris gripped the table, putting everything he was worth into not getting up and attacking the guy.

[todde allen devine]

"Yeah. Like, ten people have been murdered there. None by me, I know that much." She said, looking around for Todde. She swore he was worse than a woman. "I haven't either. I don't really think there's another lesbian in the united states." She said with a shrug. She wasn't sure why he'd be gripping the table like it was going somewhere, but she guessed he must smell blood. "I'd give you my blood, but then Todde would try and kill me and you'd have a taste for pregnant women. Pregnant lesbian women at that." She said, looking up as Todde came back. "Hey, furry."

"Hey, chubby." He said, taking his seat. He reached over and plucked his magazine up, flipping back to where he'd left off. He started reading again, his head propped on his hand. Parish, on the other hand, was eating.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris swallowed, reaching up to wipe his own blood carefully from his lip. He eased up when the man got up and left, felt his fangs begin to shorten again. He got up to throw his trash away where he had previous tossed the paper while Parish had been talking. He glanced at the boy, still troubled by the facts that he really wasn't human anymore.
'You fool.'
'Now they have every reason to burn you at the stake.'
'You idiot. You are a shame to your country.'
Paris tilted his head as it began to pound, caught a glimpse of a title about he himself as the page was turned. He let out a breath, hoping the young man didn't turn it back again.
"So, what things are there to do around here?"

[todde allen devine]

Todde rolled his eyes. "What do we care about some stupid royal wedding? 'Princess such and such marries so and so'." He rolled his eyes, closing the magazine. He handed it to Parish, and she tucked it into her bag. "There's plenty to do. Get Parish to show you around." He said, glancing at his watch. "I got to get back to work. My break's over. Have fun. Don't get pregnant twice."

"Trust me. Never again." Parish said, watching him go. She carefully got off of her chair to throw away her trash, caught a little kid watching her curiously. "Hi." She told it, and the little boy toddled over, reaching up to touch her stomach. She bent down a little for him.

"What's in you tummy?" He asked, looking up at her.

"A baby. You feel it?"

"No.."

"Put your ear close and tell me what you hear." She said, and he laid his head on her stomach, listening to her stomach.

"Wow! Hi baby." He told it, hugging her close. She patted his back gently before he toddled back to his dad to tell him about the baby. She walked back, fixing her bag.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris bit his lip. 'If only you knew,' He thought dejectedly.
'You could always tell hi-'
'Don't get any ideas! Ignore that fool, Paris.'
He mentally groaned at the bantering, had never really told anybody about it. Not when his 'imaginary friends' became just voices in his head that he never grew out of. He watched the boy get up and leave. "See you around," He called absently, then glanced at Parish as the little boy talked with her. He smiled as she returned. "Little kids are adorable," He murmured. "So, where to? Unless you have plans, I won't be a burden."

[parish kennedy]

Parish shook her head. "I never have plans. Then the word 'premeditated' gets thrown around the court room." She said. And it was honest. She was a pirate, she'd killed, she'd stolen. And she was cursed. "Well, I do need to stop and see if they have any skirts in size humongous before I get any bigger. And then I gotta get a new jacket because my last one got stolen by a drunk man and it's cold where I work. And then we can go around and see what there is to do in Vegas at.. nine at night." She looked over at him, reaching up to fix her lipstick.

"What do you do back home? I mean, I've been to England but that was like, forever ago. Literally." She ran her hand over her stomach, stopping when she thought she'd felt something. But then she skipped to catch up with him.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris smiled. "Fine with me, I could use some getting to know my way around," He shrugged with a smile. :It took me long enough to find this place from my hotel." And he had money, so it wasn't like he couldn't flag a taxi down. He had just preferred walking. And that hadn't turned out so well.
At her question about what he did back home though, he hesitated. He didn't go out and mess around like a normal guy at his age. At least, not with his parents knowing. "I escape the..house, when I can. But we own a lot of land, and we are a decent sized family, so I don't get out a whole lot unless I can sneak away." Meaning not only avoiding family, but cameras and news. He cast her a smile. "Decided it was...time for a change. So, I caught a midnight flight out of England and started this way."

[parish kennedy]

She nodded, walking into the nearest maternity shop. "Yeah. Todde has a huge family. Twelve kids. I was never around many people, except for my crew. So I can kinda relate to how annoying it is to always be around people. But England now is nothing compared to England then. I love old England. It was so beautiful." She picked up a skirt, figuring she could always hem it. "Oh, I've never been so happy to see hideous skirts with waistbands." She said, buying a couple before she left the store with him.

"So, I said jacket, right?" She asked, swinging her bag back and forth.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris smiled as he listened to her talk, realizing now that she must be immortal. And, by the sounds of it, a pirate. Well at least there was somebody that wouldn't grow old without him... unless she fell in love of course. "well..my family is a bit, complicated." But if she remembered old Europe, maybe she would know of the past royals, his history, the people he...didn't want to follow. He wasn't some stuck up noble like people thought. Most the time he hated the fame. "Yes, you did."