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Fade looked steadily back at her, before he ran a hand through his red and black hair, messing it up even more than it had before. But he let it go, his face relaxing into its usual easy grin. His single fang stuck out of his mouth, as he ran his tongue over it in habit. He winced, tasting blood as he once again forgot just how sharp the point was.

He reached a hand up, pressing against his tongue and swallowing, tasting the coppery-metal as it flowed down his throat. He hurried to catch up with her, before slowing down and matching her walk.

"A mithon?" he asked, his speech impeded by his thumb in mouth. He looked at Rue curiously out of the side of his eye. "A with mithon? Thure we can thandle it?" he pulled his thumb out, wiping it on the front of his shirt. But then he shrugged, not bothering to repeat his question. "Let's go!" he grinned, reaching over and grabbing her wrist, not caring that she usually hated it when he did that.

His eyes seemed to glow with excitement at the prospect of what they were about to do. But then the second half of her statement reached him and he paused. "Off to the apartment first!" he changed course as sharply, heading straight for the front door. He understood Rue - or, well, he tried to understand her.