Pre-Game catchall stuff

[rhygret]

Who: Rhys & whoever would like to know him pre-game!
Where: Qresh, Leith, or Westerly which is like everywhere
When: The last 4 years
Summary: Any and all CR from pre-game!
Restrictions/Warnings: Rhys is rich and he doesn't understand why he has to be unhappy like, ever????

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[eusford]

[ Genuinely speaking Crowley using Rhys for this purpose shouldn't be all that surprising, nor should he ever be forgiven for dragging someone in and biting without any sense of warning. At least that's what he believes. But he expects him to stay, because despite the minor (major) details of their relationship the day they permanently leave each other to rot seems far off. ]

Well you know what happens after three days. [ Now. ] I don't know what my family is going to do about all of this, so... [ He shrugs his shoulders. ] Just stay here for a little bit until they figure out whether or not they wanna kick me out or something. I bet they'll wanna question you since you've got first hand experience.

Besides, you're not that busy are you?

[ He can't not be an asshole for more than five seconds sorry. ]

[rhygret]

I technically have a job now you know... [ But that's not exactly Rhys saying no either. He doesn't look very opposed to the idea, just uncomfortable and uncertain what to do. Of course given the choice now he thinks, it might not be too bad to give him a little more. Preferrably drawn with needles instead of fangs, but if Crowley asks like he had earlier he's very doubtful he could say no.

Especially after how it feels.

Rhys finds himself swallowing thickly at the thought. ]

I--sh, should be able to work something out. Probably.

[eusford]

[ Pieces click together and everything is arranged in a way that it fits perfectly. Honestly Crowley was only a tad bit confident that things would work out so smoothly, this entire idea coming last minute, but now he breathes a small sound of relief as his eyes soften.

He doesn't like relying on people. He doesn't like having to rely on Rhys either considering that the reaction to anything he does is never short from a huge explosion. It's tiring, to be honest, but he's glad to have found answers and how he will be able to live--blood, he'll continue to drink blood and survive in order to find the person who did this to him.

What will happen then? ... That can be saved for another day. ]

You'll find time for me. [ He says, leaning back against the headboard of his bed. ] I mean, you already did just to come all the way here.

[rhygret]

Well yeah because you made it sound like you were dying, which is...s-sort of accurate. I guess. [ Rhys squints a little and tries to straighten his hair out, but that means he also accidentally runs his bloody hand through his hair and when he realizes he makes a sound of disgust. ]

--Ugh, are you kidding me?? That's--ugh. If I'm staying, you're letting me use your shower.

[eusford]

[ Crowley can only give Rhys that blank, empty stare accompanied with a chilling smile at that first half. He was dying and despite being well now it's still nothing he wishes to joke about now--too soon, man. ]

You're so gross.

[ Crowley decides to move out of his bed, having been ridden there for days straight leaving his legs aching to move. ]

Go ahead, just don't leave it a mess or I'll have you clean it for the next ten years of your life. [ Is he joking? Is he serious? Who knows it's Crowley, Rhys' apparent best friend in the Quad and honestly probably his worst decision. Or at least in the list of all his bad decisions. ] And I'll go tell my family that I'm no longer knocking at death's door, I'm sure they'll be overjoyed.

HAAAAAAAAAAA i see what you did there

[rhygret]

Haha, very funny. I don't so manual labour, you know that. [ This is Rhys being dismissive and much less frazzled, because if anything can pull him out of that it's his sense of vanity. The fact that he just smeared his own blood in his hair takes greater priority than boner-bites. And family matters.

Mostly because his own family matters very little to him. ]

Have fun telling your folks you suck?

BWOOOOOOOOOOM BWOOOOOOOOM

[eusford]

You'll learn just like the servants do. [ You know on his hands and knees. In a position where Crowley could accidentally step on his fingers. ]

If you make one more joke I promise I'll snap your neck.

[rhygret]

Wooooow, that's just... Ugh. Why are we friends again? [ Also WOW x2 FOR THAT MENTAL IMAGE CROWLEY ]

[eusford]

I'm not going to repeat myself~!

[ He already said he needs you?? Anyway Crowley is gonna go and tell his family that he's a vampire enjoy your shower Rhys. The years to come will be awful. ]