somehow, i'd find a way to survive. [ he shoots back, wry as ever. to be fair, though, it would take raphael a while to readjust to mornings without justin's cheery and terrible rise and shine messages which, no, has nothing to do with survival, but may or may not have something to do raphael's general well-being. he's accepted it without giving it more thought than he deems it deserves. ]
maybe you'll surprise us both and impress me.
[ raphael tucks his phone into his jacket, committed to this now, as if he wasn't before. of course, the museum is not too far from his apartment building, as most things are never really too far when vampire speed is at your disposal. once in the street, he takes off in the right direction, sweeping by pairs of people holding hands as they wander home and others who couldn't wait long enough to find some privacy and now kiss under streetlights. raphael doesn't pay anyone much more than a passing glance, but given the circumstances, he can't help the way his mind pinpoints the kind of meetings people tend to have at this hour, especially here in the city.
he slows just before the museum steps, glancing up at justin where he waits outside the doors. ]
Dime con quién andas, y te diré quién eres. [ he says as he climbs the stairs because apparently a simple hello lacks any real satisfaction. he repeats the phrase again, slower this time so justin can pay attention to the sound and shape of the words. he comes to a stop in front of justin, hands in his pockets. he's dressed for a business meeting or a high-class funeral or perhaps even a date, depending on what you want to see. which is probably true of the look raphael flashes, too, clearly expectant of something. ]
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maybe you'll surprise us both and impress me.
[ raphael tucks his phone into his jacket, committed to this now, as if he wasn't before. of course, the museum is not too far from his apartment building, as most things are never really too far when vampire speed is at your disposal. once in the street, he takes off in the right direction, sweeping by pairs of people holding hands as they wander home and others who couldn't wait long enough to find some privacy and now kiss under streetlights. raphael doesn't pay anyone much more than a passing glance, but given the circumstances, he can't help the way his mind pinpoints the kind of meetings people tend to have at this hour, especially here in the city.
he slows just before the museum steps, glancing up at justin where he waits outside the doors. ]
Dime con quién andas, y te diré quién eres. [ he says as he climbs the stairs because apparently a simple hello lacks any real satisfaction. he repeats the phrase again, slower this time so justin can pay attention to the sound and shape of the words. he comes to a stop in front of justin, hands in his pockets. he's dressed for a business meeting or a high-class funeral or perhaps even a date, depending on what you want to see. which is probably true of the look raphael flashes, too, clearly expectant of something. ]
Is that enough to get me in?