[Poggio]

He turned and nodded. "I do not have a favorite name." He said locating the shower the man spoke of. "May I borrow some clothing?"

[littl3chocobo]

that was unexpected and he was momentarily at a loss, noone had ever told him they had no favorite before, "....no name at all? you should think of one while you bathe." pulling from the bed he stretched before padding over to the dresser to pull out his one change of clothes, throwing it at the man he slunk back into the bed. he needed to hurry but that was just not how it was done, his guest needed to leave first

[Poggio]

Galvin did not understand why it was so imperative he gave the man a name. He took the clothing and washed off every thing that was Kenneth. Once he walked out the door he would try and put the man out of his mind. He didn't need attachments to a vampire, even if was a good fuck. He dried himself with a towel and dressed in the mans loosely fitting garments. He exited the bathroom as he buttoned the last button. “I am sorry Kenneth I do not have a favorite name. Why do you need one?” He looking at the man. His eyes didn't stay on his face for long and realized the clothing would do him no good if he didn't get out of the room.

[littl3chocobo]

he was already bored again by the time the man pyce was out though he melted into bedroom eyes and smooth lines when the other came back into the room. "i want you to call me by a name that makes you happy, 'kenneth' was a poor name, i want you to want to call out the next time i see you." he offered the other no room to reply before standing up again to have his own quick scrub, granny wasn't going to pick one of those other money-grubbing weasels just because he got a little action

[Poggio]

When the other disappeared he took a small amount of time running his fingers over what he could and trying to find some information, but the apartment like he guessed the previous night, lacked anything to make it personal. He left before the other was finished. Fancying a walk to loosen up his muscles since he lacked his morning exercise.

[littl3chocobo]

maia was as usual surly and snippy though he did make it on time so at least it wasn't him she was angry with. susan had been the last to arrive and made things worse by wearing yellow, his grandmother's least favorite color. as the old woman bitched out his sister he made himself comfortable pouring maia her mid-morning scotch and water. he would get a leg-up today

[Poggio]

With the drink in hand she poured on the yellow frock, and did not have to ask for another one as she simply expected it. She watched her children gather round her at the table in order of favoritism.

[littl3chocobo]

the morning was a slow one after maia worked out her pissy attitude all over susan. they wasted an hour with idle chatter then another with food and ended it as they did every sunday listening to the woman systematically tear down each of them, their parents, and society as a whole before they were expected to offer her kisses good-bye and to get the hell out. he made certain to be one of the last ones to leave and promised her that he would visit in two days. he did not breathe easy until he was well away from the house and being driven back home in the waiting maybach

[Poggio]

He was surprised his little apartment was not to far from the location of the strange mans. The entire walk back he brushed aside the thoughts of the strange vampire asking for a name, and lost all thoughts of him as soon as he saw his best friend looking forlorn and wanting attention out of his cage. He took the dog for a walk and spent some quality fetch time with him at a park.

[littl3chocobo]

as the driver stopped at a light he happened to look out the window and saw the pyce man playing with a dog in one of the city's open parks. it brought to his attention that he still knew nothing of this stranger with whom he had spent the night and though it was a common enough thing for his lovers to remain anonymous none had ever stalked him before. flipping open his phone he called one of his associates, he would have a little information dug up about this man pyce

[Poggio]

The hairs raised on the back of his neck and a horn from the street brought his attention to a blue car a maybach, that had not moved since the light turned green, angering a lot of the other vehicles behind it. He shooed his dog further into the park away from the street, with the taunt of a stick.

[littl3chocobo]

by the time late afternoon had rolled in he was little more informed than before. his stalker, despite his criminal hobbies, was vanilla to the core, no police history, no questionable jobs or clubs. the man did not even attend religious functions or subscribe to online porn. barring the man's extensive medical records attesting to his lack of personal awareness and respect for fractures there was not a damn thing about him worth noting. he tossed the papers to the floor as he leaned back in his chair, there was something odd here, he needed a little more digging

[Poggio]

This time when he left he decided to leave his dog outside of his cage to let him roam free about the apartment. Tucking his shades on his face, his first task was to retrieve his bike and his second was to return to the club. The place was a dead end since they would not allow him admittance any more. He rode onwards to the apartment, but even after break in, he found it was still sterile. Even the bed room seemed to have been touched by maid hands erasing any evidence that he and the man spent the night together. Finally he rode the bike to the drug mind slave's house. He sat on his bike watching the place. Quietly he found yet another breech in the mans home. This time it landed him in a bathroom. With one hand armed, he stalked through the house looking for any signs of cirro and leveau.

[littl3chocobo]

he was schmoozing eva when he got the call. letting her go with a small pinch and a quick grin he sat up to listen to what the voice on the other end had to say. he was not pleased with what he heard

[Poggio]

He found the voodoo boy, passed out on the floor surrounded by smoldering red candles, drenched in sweat and breathing funny. He did not dare step inside the mans clumsily drawn chalk circle. He reached over and checked the mans pulse wondering if he overdosed on voodoo. He cocked his gun and hit the man lightly trying to rouse him from his trance.

[littl3chocobo]

he felt a jarring as the barrier was penetrated and pain as something touched him. jerking roughly out of the touch of loa he opened his eyes to the stranger from before leaning into his circle. quickly he reached out and smeared away a portion of the chalk to break the now corrupted circle though he could not find his voice to close it properly and had to do what he could with silent prayer