#th. cyrus x elgin

[fangsnfair]

closed for @followmeinthedark

birds were now being added to his list of things he hated. fucking birds. he had no idea what it was about his outfit or his umbrella that made those damned avians so obsessed with him but unfortunately their curiosity left his umbrella-- his best protection from the accursed sun-- tattered and full of holes. there was a chance he would have been alright, he kept the majority of his body covered when he ventured out during daylight hours, but his neck and face were now the most vulnerable. he had to think and act quickly.

using his speed to his advantage, he cut through the town quickly and made his way directly to the funeral home he had passed a few nights ago when he was out strolling at a safer time. jimmying open the back door, so he could avoid any potential staff up front, he snuck through the back halls until he found the room he was looking for. the morgue. "this feels like a cliche," he mumbled to himself as he stepped into the remarkably colder room and let out a sigh. now, to some coming here might seem like a weird-- or possibly cliched-- choice but while new haven had plenty of stores or restaurants he could have ducked into they all had one thing in common. front facing walls filled with windows to let people look in and get enticed; walls filled with windows to let the daylight in. the funeral homes morgue had none.

taking off his overcoat and hanging it on the rack by the door, he took off his gloves next and tucked them into his coat pocket as it hung; followed by his sunglasses; lastly taking off his cap and placing it on the rack as well. rolling up his sleeves as he made himself comfortable-- as if he had any right to be there-- he checked his watch and groaned when he saw the time. hours to go before sunset. "i don't suppose any of you know a good way to pass the time here?" he deadpanned as he glanced over his shoulders at the mortuary coolers lining the back wall. shrugging, almost as if he actually expected an answer, the vampire suddenly froze; his entire body tensed as he heard the rattling of the doorknob.

standing, awkwardly, in the middle of the examination room he slowly turned to face the door as it opened. there weren't many places for him to hide so he figured facing the intrusion head on would be the smartest move. well. technically he was the intrusion. maybe he should have tried to hide.

"i can explain..." he offered up hastily, opting to try and be diplomatic for once rather than relying on compuslion to get himself out of the tight spot he put himself in.

[fangsnfair]

"why? i'm good at it." the vampire shot back, always quick to banter or distract with words to buy himself time. "i'm beginning to understand why they put you back here though with that sunny disposition of yours. really. i don't know what's colder. you or the cooler." he teased even though he could tell through the other's body language and tone that his attempts at humor really weren't appreciated at the moment.

dropping to his feet, he fell back against the wall as he was released; his hands quickly lifting to smooth out the front of his shirt because gods forbid it wrinkles. "thank you." he muttered, the first genuine thing he's said since they met. "--and, for what it's worth, i prefer my meals and snacks to have an actual heart beat-- though i do like the idea of you breaking my legs. i've had worst first dates."

"speaking of your work, seeing as i'll be here for a few hours, and well, ignoring the i'm a lone wolf, i work alone grump vibes you're giving... do you need help with anything? figure i might as well make myself useful and, well, you know what they say about idle hands and all."

"Stop talking nonsense" said Cyrus with clear irritation in his voice, he hated when people made jokes like that when he was angry, it just made him even angrier, and probably that kind of attitude is what contributed to him getting reputation for being grumpy and moody. upon hearing the other man's story, Cyrus found it convincing and then dropped him to the ground, he took a deep breath and mentally counted to ten to calm down "ok, I'll let you stay here until night" he said looking back at his clipboard. "I work here" he replied gruffly "but if anything happens to these bodies while you're here, I'll break your legs"

[fangsnfair]

claws and fangs out, hands gripping at his collar as he was pinned back against the wall, the vampire couldn't really complain about the other's reaction. he was in a place he didn't belong and everyone was already tense. "that is hardly a fair question, you could argue i'm two of the three-- or at least i have been at some points in my life," he teased with a loose smile and a soft, but forced chuckle. because making a joke was definitely the way to smooth things over.

"right now i'd wager that i'm just an unlucky idiot," he offered up as he purposefully pulled his lips back to reveal his fangs in an awkward, open mouthed smile. "i had a few things to attend too while the damned sun was still out and, somehow, i wound up being public enemy number one to a rather persistent flock of birds. they ruined my protection, so, to stop myself from burning to a crisp on the streets i made my way here. lovely place, by the way. very welcoming." he explained, his tone dripping in a playful sarcasm as he reached up to lightly pat the other man on his right shoulder.

"that explains why i'm here? what about you? what were the choices again? thief, cannibal, or pervert? i know which one i'm hoping for," he teased, making a joke. again.

Cyrus wasn't usually the person assigned to deal with the corpses waiting to be buried, he just picked them up when they were ready and transported them from the funeral home to the wake, from the wake to the cemetery. but this time they sent him to the cold morgue to inspect the bodies, not that he understood that, but it didn't seem to be that difficult to just mark an x in the boxes on his clipboard. except he found a living person in a place that should only be for the dead, instinctively he dropped the clipboard and put his claws and fangs out "what the hell are you doing here" he lunged towards the other male and pinned him against the stops cold, holding him by the collar "what are you, thief, cannibal or pervert?" depending on the answer he was ready to live up to the establishment's slogan 'funeral house serene alloy: your death is our joy'