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Asher has been in the Bar or it's surrounding grounds since returning from St Louis. ~~Even if his mun has been utterly faily about posting him in.~~

He's feeling a little more sociable than he has been, so tonight he's sitting by the fire, drinking a rather incongrous humourous mug of blood (courtesy of Bar), and people-watching.

One content, totally botherable vampire, up for grabs.

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Up for grabs?

See a spritely leopard, dressed in sweats and a much too large sweater, make use of Asher's spare sofa space. And the cat is smiling.

"There's snow outside."

Even living in Missouri his whole life, a good portion of it half-naked on the streets, Nathaniel still does love the snow and cold.

Asher laughs at bouncy, smiley Nathaniel. Something he'll never get bored of.

"So I have heard." He eyes Nathaniel's wardrobe, looking at the socks in suspicion. He still doesn't trust that the ridiculously fuzzy, blue and white striped monstrosities, aren't some kind of strange creature. (well, it is Milliways...).

"Perhaps if you put some shoes on, we could go out and enjoy it," he suggests, leaning in to kiss Nathaniel softly, still smiling.

Nathaniel grins as they kiss, purring softly.

"You just don't like my socks. They're toasty. You'll appreciate the warmth of my feet when I crawl in bed with you at dawn."

But the prospect of going out into the snow with Asher is too much of a temptation. He gives Asher a quick peck, goes to Bar, and returns with a pair of snow boots he yanks on over the fuzzy socks.

"You're exceptionally pretty in the snow," he idly says as he makes sure his feet will be dry and warm.

Asher runs his fingers through Nathaniel's hair, idly, pulling back from the kiss reluctantly.

"You're a wereleopard, cher, cold feet is something that never seems to be a problem," Asher points out, a little relieved that the Socks are disappearing underneath a pair of boots.

"I am exceptionally pretty all the time," he points out playfully, twining his fingers with Nathaniel's and tugging him up from the couch.

"One assumes this contains what is written upon it," Teja says, instead of a greeting, almost amused when he sees the vampire's mug.

Nathaniel laughs, hugging Asher once they're off the sofa.

"I would say I've seen you when you wake up and, therefore, know you are not exceptionally pretty all the time... but we'd both know that was a lie."

Asher laughs, the sound chiming like bells, light and musical as he walks across the bar, one arm around Nathaniel's shoulders.

"I have you to compete with, mon chat," he murmurs, "I can't let myself slip when I wake up next to perfection." He kisses the top of Nathaniel's head.

Asher nods, smiling wryly.

"Bar's idea of a little joke, I think," he murmurs. "Good evening, Teja."

That laugh just seems to dance along his flesh, and Nathaniel blushes slightly.

"You're full of shit, but I love you, so it's all right."

He opens the door and steps through, grinning at the white landscape. It's beautiful, and nothing like the city during the winter. The city seems dingy even with a layer of white atop it. This is just... lovely.

"Greetings, Asher," Teja says. "I have not seen you in a while, nor any from your world -- one moment, we were knee-deep in blood-drinkers and wolfmen, the next, they had drifted away like red leaves in an autumn wind."

Asher hasn't been outside in the snow yet...and it shows. He beams from ear to ear, taking a few steps out of the door, listening to the snow crunch and squeak under his feet.

"I haven't seen snow like this since I was a young man," he murmurs distantly. As a vampire he'd lived in towns, cities, only seeing snow when he was trudging through it to his home at dusk or dawn.

"I have been here," Asher murmurs. "But this place has so many visitors, it's easy to lose friends in passing."

"I have not always been in here, of course," Teja says, meaning the bar-room proper. "The forge and the horses take up much of my time, also. So I must have missed you when you did come here."

Nathaniel simply beams, his smile is so wide.

"It never looks like this in the city," he murmurs. "It's so... white... and quiet."

He looks up at Asher.

"You remember snow from when you were human?"

Nathaniel still grabs at every opportunity he can to learn the little nuggets of Asher's past he can.

"I..." Asher blinks, surprised. "Yes." A memory he hadn't even known he had.

"I remember walking to midnight mass on Christmas Eve," he murmurs, keeping his arm around Nathaniel's shoulder, looking out towards the trees. "My father lifted me up onto his shoulders because the snow came up to my knees and I could barely walk..."

Nathaniel actually holds his breath, afraid of distracting Asher. The image of Asher as a small child who could hardly walk through the snow it was so deep is foreign to him, but it makes him smile.

"He fell over twice," Asher continues, "because I kept leaning over, trying to touch the snow." He smiles softly, bowing his head as they walk, slowly, footprints side by side in the snow.

Asher nods. "Sit, please," he gestures to the couch. "Tell me how you are."

Leaning against Asher, their fingers entwined, he asks, "Do you remember your parents' names?"

Asher thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.

"No," he answers. "But until just this moment, I didn't remember that Christmas evening, so..." he shrugs, not unduly bothered by the lack of memory. "Perhaps it will come back to me, in time."

Teja sits. Complaining about one's lover to a former lover is most likely very bad form, although not a situation Teja ever encountered in life; but one does not need precedent to feel what to avoid. So Teja talks about the other thing on his mind.

"There seems to be a rogue blood-drinker loose in this place," he says.

Nathaniel smiles, watching his breath huff in crystalline clouds every time he exhales.

"Christmas Eve must have been very different back then. I liked Christmas. Mom tried to make it the best she could with what little we had, but I don't ever remember feeling like I was missing anything by not having thousands of dollars of stuff under the little tree Dad would find for us."

"That is a new thing. For most people, at least." Asher smiled. "We only had one or two presents each."

"Oh?" Asher sits up, curious. "Rogue in what way?"

He's quiet for a few moments.

"What I liked best was curling up in Mom's lap while Nicky went through our stockings," he murmurs. "I liked feeling... safe and loved. What sorts of things were you given?"

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