To say that Dr. Michael Morbius, the Living Vampire, considered himself cursed was putting it mildly. He had had an awful lot of rotten luck and had mostly given up on love after the last time Martine 'died.' Yes, he had shoved her backwards into a stake that Spider-Man was holding and saw her turn to dust, but that had somehow never stopped her from returning before. She had been the love of his life until a vampire turned her and everything about her changed.
She blamed him.
He blamed him.
And these days that made him give up on even casual dating. He knew what he saw in the mirror and what he saw before he lost his color, nose, and his eyes started to glow. Still, Dr. Quinzel was nice, from what he had heard. Crazy, but charming. What harm was dinner if he had no expectations?
True to his word, he arrived about twenty minutes later at the appointed location. He didn't get out of a car, no. Michael floated down from the sky; he had glided from his temporary lodgings. Dressed in a suit of all things, black with a red shirt that was only buttoned up to the top four buttons. As soon as he landed, he gave a sweeping bow, in true Hammer Horror fashion. "Good evening, Dr. Quinzel, I hope I did not keep you waiting long." The Grecian-accented tone spoke up while he gave his little bow.
Sunglasses on, not just to hide the glow, but as the sun was still not fully set, it hurt his eyes a little. "Shall we?"
Harley curled her hair and dressed in a little red number. It's his honor and privilege to pay for her dinner, but she is a gracious lady and will let him have a good look at her legs and cleavage in exchange.
She's alarmed when he comes down into her line of sight feet-first, but he's certainly much nicer about it than Batman ever was. The dramatic bow is kind of a lot, but she's kind of a lot too, so she'll give it a pass. She makes a mental note that if tonight is a total bust then she might be able to set him up with Scarecrow. That could be a vibe.
"We shall," she chirps and spits her gum into the street.
He would not argue it was his honor and privilege, at least he finally had access to his accounts again and wasn't living in rundown abandoned buildings anymore. Otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to take her somewhere so nice.
Michael probably needed to tone down the drama, but he's always been a bit dramatic even out of costume.
He offers his arm, someone raised with manners despite the reputation he has. "I made sure we had reservations, I saw online it can get busy in the evenings." He explained, he would even pull the door for her if she let him.
Scarecrow would either end up the worst tasting dinner, or they would talk science way too long
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doesnotsparkle) wrote2025-02-21 03:12 pm
@revmeup - An Italian dinner in the city
To say that Dr. Michael Morbius, the Living Vampire, considered himself cursed was putting it mildly. He had had an awful lot of rotten luck and had mostly given up on love after the last time Martine 'died.' Yes, he had shoved her backwards into a stake that Spider-Man was holding and saw her turn to dust, but that had somehow never stopped her from returning before. She had been the love of his life until a vampire turned her and everything about her changed.
She blamed him.
He blamed him.
And these days that made him give up on even casual dating. He knew what he saw in the mirror and what he saw before he lost his color, nose, and his eyes started to glow. Still, Dr. Quinzel was nice, from what he had heard. Crazy, but charming. What harm was dinner if he had no expectations?
True to his word, he arrived about twenty minutes later at the appointed location. He didn't get out of a car, no. Michael floated down from the sky; he had glided from his temporary lodgings. Dressed in a suit of all things, black with a red shirt that was only buttoned up to the top four buttons. As soon as he landed, he gave a sweeping bow, in true Hammer Horror fashion. "Good evening, Dr. Quinzel, I hope I did not keep you waiting long." The Grecian-accented tone spoke up while he gave his little bow.
Sunglasses on, not just to hide the glow, but as the sun was still not fully set, it hurt his eyes a little. "Shall we?"
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She's alarmed when he comes down into her line of sight feet-first, but he's certainly much nicer about it than Batman ever was. The dramatic bow is kind of a lot, but she's kind of a lot too, so she'll give it a pass. She makes a mental note that if tonight is a total bust then she might be able to set him up with Scarecrow. That could be a vibe.
"We shall," she chirps and spits her gum into the street.
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Michael probably needed to tone down the drama, but he's always been a bit dramatic even out of costume.
He offers his arm, someone raised with manners despite the reputation he has. "I made sure we had reservations, I saw online it can get busy in the evenings." He explained, he would even pull the door for her if she let him.
Scarecrow would either end up the worst tasting dinner, or they would talk science way too long