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It is a content - yet still rather wary - Asher who enters the Bar this evening.

He looks around for Anita or Jean Claude, relaxing a little when he spots neither. The lack of wereleopards is less pleasing, though something he's willing to tolerate. Gaining a book and a glass of synthetic blood from Bar (He can feed off Nathaniel, amongst others, but there are other things he would prefer to do to his cat first, and those require blood), he takes a seat in the shadowed corner, curling up in a booth, gently toeing off his soft leather boots, bare toes tucked under the edge of a cushion.

[ooc: open to all 'til it falls off the front page. Slowtime in an hour or two.]

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Asher smiles a little, the thought of having Nathaniel to himself all night, in his room, filling him with warmth.

"For me, too," Asher murmurs. "I love your skin against mine, mon chat." He strokes Nathaniel's face with the backs of his fingers, letting his arm slowly slide away from around Nat's waist, coaxing him to stand so that they can move.

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Nathaniel gets on shaky legs and picks up his Gatorade.

He gets an amused smile, wiping once more at his nose.

"I like that you touch me so much. Don't stop doing it?" he asks as he steps back so Asher can stand too.

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Asher stands, immediately twining his fingers with Nathaniel's, tugging him gently towards the stairs.

"Never, I promise," he murmurs softly, kissing Nathaniel in the doorway, before leading him upstairs, towards his room and comfort for them both.