wizardmanor | Floor 2, Room 3

[ After telling Ginger he'd commit to healing him after those feeding sessions, Day's made a point of staying up later than usual since most of this manor seems to be nocturnal, anyway. He can worry about fixing his sleep schedule later.

He opens the door, already half-expecting it'll be Ginger, and...

...Hm. ]

I wouldn't be answerin' if it was a bad time. [ He'll step aside to let Ginger in. ]

That first night wasn’t a bad time? You answered then anyway.

[ He remembers Day had shown up promptly once Mika had disappeared to grab people. ]

… Thanks.

[ He steps in, curious and a tad cautious. It’s… his first time in Day’s room though they’re neighbors. ]

[ Day would say that was more Mika's doing than his; the urgency of the situation was impressed on him pretty quickly.

Unlike Ginger's room, Day's is filled with more things: an assortment of potted plants on the shelves along with random knick-knacks, vases on a dresser, a side table and the tea table, each filled with flowers. One vase still has flowers from Ginger, probably. There's a folding screen painted with plum blossoms set up, apparently to separate his bed space from the rest of the room. The decor is...very blue and naturalistic. Wooden furniture in contrast to the porcelain vases. ]

Guess we'll have to make do with chairs. [ He finds himself thinking a bench like the one in Ginger's room would have been a little more convenient for this. He pulls out a couple of chairs from around the tea table, then gestures for Ginger to sit. ]

[ !!

The flower… Ginger very briefly brightens, a pleased smile overcoming his embarrassment. ]

You kept the lily. Do you like it?

[ Obediently taking a seat! ]

I like your room, lots of blues and greens.

Would it be sittin' pretty in my room if I don't like it? [ He thinks its presence is self-explanatory.

Day's pulled out his focus by now, taking a seat next to Ginger and gesturing at him to let him have a closer look at the bite. ]

[ It’s just one bite this time. The first night had been multiple spots from a starving vampire. But now that Mika’s regularly fed, there’s no need to take so much.

So just one, looking red and puffy on his neck. However Day wants to look, Ginger will tilt his head to give him access. ]

You could have just left it up out of obligation.

Wonderin' if I should feel a little insulted that I give that impression. [ He says it mildly, however, so he's not really taking offense.

His hand reaches up to brush the skin around the bite, as he utters his spell: ]

Amor manet.

[ The sensation that descends on Ginger probably feels a little odd, but not unpleasant; neither warm nor cold, yet still gentle. As though softly ushering whatever lingering aches there may be away, and the wound to its inevitable conclusion. There's still a mark that'll take a while yet to fade, but the wound has closed up. ]

[ He murmurs his thanks, mind going over the sensations he just felt. How much of this magic is just Day simplified - gentle but like a word on the tip of one's tongue, never quite remembered, but familiar. ]

Oh? Are you trying to give a specific impression?

The more people think I'm laidback, the better. [ It's a good thing to seem like, he thinks, even if he can't actually be it all the time.

...The hand on Ginger's neck carefully sweeps up to tentatively touch Ginger's cheek. ] Gotta say though, you're pretty red for a guy who just gave his blood.

[ Ginger just blinks at him, eyes big and wide - but not from the touch. In fact, he hadn’t seemed to react until a bit after, when Day’s words hit. ]

I - um, is it that noticeable?? Ah…

[ ...Well, Ginger's reaction says enough. ]

To be fair, I... [ ...How does he put this in a way that isn't too out of pocket... ] ...my division's got a certain rep, and it ain't entirely unearned. [ Ginger is like, literally the only person he'd so casually just mention the Division of Serenity to since he'd get the idea. ] So I noticed.

Day, it’s a vampire bite.

[ Like that explains everything!! ]

Yeah, but I also know what the post-sex look's like. [ So this is painting a very interesting picture and he's not sure what conclusions he should be drawing here??? ]

[ Oh, it’s that time again, where he’s so embarrassed he could literally cry. Must be a day that ends in Y. ]

A-aaah, stop, stop - whatever you’re thinking. There’s no s-sex with anyone! There’s never been -

[ This is more like post-sad-solo-frustration… or something… ]

So by yourself?

[ He's not judging, but there is a distinct air of "please explain". ]

[ … He nods after a moment…

Always, by himself. He has to do something - ]

…Otherwise, it… has a hard time going away…

[ Yeah, he can see how that'd be really awkward. His hands move up to wipe at Ginger's tears, carefully. ]

And... [ ...Well, given Ginger's reaction... ] You can't help it, I'm guessin'?

[ The same slight face a child would make when their parent scrubs their face. He can’t… shake his head yes because Day’s hands are there?? ]

It’s just - my demonic nature…

[ Maybe he wouldn't have to do this if you didn't cry so easily, Ginger, as much as he thinks it's endearing. ]

...You know, I still don't understand what that means for you. [ He gets the sense that his idea of demons is very, very different than Ginger's. ]

Demons are defined by natural instincts. [ He points to himself, ears red. ] Possessiveness.

But my father - is sexual pleasure.

[ So that’s what he inherited from his dad. ]

[ Well, the first bit actually kind of tracks, it's just that those instincts seem a lot more...comprehensible, Day supposes, compared to the highly specific obsessions demons back home tend to have.

His eyebrows do raise a little, though. Possessiveness and sexual pleasure, what a combo. ]

...I think I get it. [ He hopes he does, anyway. Another pause, while he tries to figure out if there's a way to phrase this delicately. ] And this happens every time?

[ What a headache, more like. Sometimes he feels so restless, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. ]

With Mika? Yeah. But sometimes it happens anyway from… dreams and things.

[ Oh, so it's worse than he thought.

Day doesn't say anything, not because he has nothing to say but because he's trying to figure out what to say. He's doing—relationship math, trying to weigh his options and getting stuck on whether or not bringing it up will mess things up. Would it actually help Ginger? In fact, there's no guarantee it'll be taken up anyway, which would just make things awkward? Day might be fine with it, but...

...His face is probably having some kind of journey right now. ]

[ The silence is making him more worried and embarrassed, though. ]

What... [ And it doesn't help that Ginger can't read Day's expression. ] Just say it.

[ Sorry Ginger, this isn't a position Day often finds himself in. The Division of Serenity is pretty open about this sort of thing, but he hasn't like, propositioned anyone in almost two years. ]

Sorry, I was just—sortin' out some thoughts. [ i.e. It's not Ginger's fault. ]

I... [ Open his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again. ] I can help you with that. If doin' it by yourself all the time's frustratin'. Standin' offer, no strings attached. You can take it or leave and I won't make a fuss either way.

[ It is maybe impressive that he's not actually blushing when he's saying this, but there is an air of embarrassment nonetheless because now that he's put it out there he has to live with whatever comes next. ]

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kind of nsfw talk here. I'm sorry.

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