It's one thing for Armand to be a weird, fixated freak in private. (And Daniel, innocent babypire that he is, has no idea about the murders of other vampires in his orbit.) Another for Armand to gleefully embrace the idea of being out about it.
Him? Some fucking old guy? He's not thinking about the further destruction of his own mortal reputation, fooling about with a man who looks so much younger. He's thinking about Armand broadcasting to the undead world that he transformed an annoying old journalist who then went on to expose them. But Armand is cool with it. With him. With people knowing, alive people and dead people.
His expression is painfully young. Happy but a little embarrassed for being that happy. Almost shy. Really?
"Alright."
Next patron. Daniel smiles up at them, and signs for the name given, chats a bit about the proposed translation into Afrikaans.
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Him? Some fucking old guy? He's not thinking about the further destruction of his own mortal reputation, fooling about with a man who looks so much younger. He's thinking about Armand broadcasting to the undead world that he transformed an annoying old journalist who then went on to expose them. But Armand is cool with it. With him. With people knowing, alive people and dead people.
His expression is painfully young. Happy but a little embarrassed for being that happy. Almost shy. Really?
"Alright."
Next patron. Daniel smiles up at them, and signs for the name given, chats a bit about the proposed translation into Afrikaans.