#then the greeble just does the rest like the weird little hivemind virus it is

[albatris]

happy nanowrimo day 7! it's 11pm update time, baby

today's word count is 13,834!

also I do have an ask About Quinn in my inbox which I'm going to try to get to soon but also oh I'm just a little bit sleeby y'know how it is

alcohol tw for today's excerpt which is,

"You know, now is... not a super great time," Quinn said, leaning on the doorframe. "I've got some stuff going on. I've got an extremely drunk apex predator who keeps trying to braid my hair."

"I don't have to stay long," Yvonne said, then slightly raised the books in her arms. "I found something you're going to want to see, though."

Quinn chewed on their lip for a moment. "All right. Yeah, you can come in if you want," they sighed. "Maybe try to keep your distance, though, hm? He's a little bit compromi—and he's already here. Wonderful."

Nat swept past Quinn with a gleeful spring in his step. "Yvonne! Yvonne is here," he said, his voice a lilting sing-song. "Hello. Hi. Please come inside. Make yourself comfy!"

"Hi, Nat." Yvonne smiled warmly. "It's nice to see you again."

Nat returned the smile tenfold. "Welcome to our beautiful home."

"Okay, you don't live here," Quinn said. "Can you go sit down and have a glass of water, please?"

"Shh. Welcome—welcome to Quinn's beautiful home, in which I am also... in, sometimes." Nat placed one hand firmly on Yvonne's shoulder and used the other to triumphantly present the bottle of vodka. "We have alcohol! We have—not much alcohol left."

"Hey," Quinn snapped, reaching forward to yank the bottle out of Nat's grasp. "When did you—I took that away from you. How did you find it again so fast?"

"Magic. Vampire magic. Shh. Not important. Yvonne, I am going to make you..." His head lolled down and he was quiet for a few incredibly long moments. Yvonne frowned. Quinn wondered whether he'd passed out standing up. Then he snapped back into focus with newfound intensity. "A margherita pizza. Yeah. Alex gave me tomatoes from his greenhouse and—"

"No. Nope. Absolutely not," Quinn interrupted. "No way is anyone here letting you handle a knife. You can barely see straight. You're going to cut off a finger."

"Oh, come on. It'll grow back. Probably."

this is. this is supposed to be a horror novel

also you can have this one too from the same scene lmao

Nat pressed his nose into their shoulder, then his mouth. Quinn felt the warmth of his soft breath brush over their skin and the beginnings of goosebumps creep up their arms. Nat's lips parted and he pressed his teeth gently, harmlessly, against Quinn's shoulder, and left them there for a moment.

"I want to bite you," he mumbled. "No. I want to kiss you."

Quinn tried and failed to keep the amusement out of their voice. "I'm not going to let you kiss me. You're not going to remember any of this tomorrow."

"Sure I will."

"Nope. You won't. Hey, Nat. Look at me." Quinn lifted their head, and Nat lifted his. He blinked several times, his eyes clearly refusing to focus. He was making an admirable effort to hold Quinn's gaze though, so that was good enough. "If you remember this conversation tomorrow, then I'll kiss you."

Nat's eyes narrowed. "Is that a promise?"

"I guess you'll find out tomorrow, won't you?"

also I haven't posted any excerpts of quinn being a dramatic unhinged slightly evil bastard since day one, I should change that soon

also yeah drunk nat is extremely affectionate and friendly and A Lot and sober nat would be mortified

today's mood is brought to you by the letter C and today's jam is "do the panic" by phantom planet

goodnight. sleep tight. kiss your pets on their little tiny foreheads for me and tell them I love them