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[fuckvampires]

[He's dangling a black ring from a chain around his neck, spinning it between his fingers.]

Fuck, I still don't know which finger to wear it on.

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[fuckvampires]

Replace that probably with 'definitely' and you got your answer. I gotta get going, but hey. Least you're not dead and shit.

[totheskye]

Fine, fine, definitely. Yeah, I gotta life an' a party to get back to soon anyway, what with the not bein' dead an' all.

[As a testament to how much Skye has changed, he drops his cigarette into a room-conjured ashtray to dart forward and kiss Harvestman on the cheek, grinning, before he returns to lounging and picks up the cancer stick.]

Take care, an' all that shit.

[fuckvampires]

[He's genuinely surprised by this - whatever drugs those dates of Skye's been slipping him must be great - but just smiles.]

Yeah, sure. Don't get vamp-eaten, all that.

[totheskye]

Right, you gotta permanent claim to my neck, got it.

[He sticks out his tongue, putting his feet up again and laying back.]

Tell that asshole I say hey.