[Center][h2][b][color=Gold]Morrigan Cade[/color][/b][/h2]
Interacting with: [@Scribe of Thoth][/center]

[Color=gray][color=8585ad]”You don’t have any annoying domestic habits do you? Can’t imagine our living space will be particularly big. I don’t imagine vampires can snore but still,”[/color] Maxwell's inquiry trailed off as they stepped through the night air. The mage had already started peeling off the small nuances of his formal wear, giving Morrigan a reason to relax himself a touch. 

[Color=gold]”Well, let’s see. As long as you don’t mind keeping the blinds drawn, artificial lighting, and me occasionally moving the coffee mugs—I think we’ll be okay,”[/color] he had meant for there to be more humor to his voice but the end fell flat with an undertone of longing. [Color=gold]”Man, I miss that first cup of coffee in the morning. Watching the sun peak up above the sky line,”[/color] he continued with a wistful look on his face. 

He missed so much of what it meant to be human. And unfortunately his partner would soon be subject to the same bitter memories. At least he assumed that he would. With vampires particular weaknesses their partners would have to adjust to living in the way a vampire would. [Color=gold][i]At least he has the option to see the sun though.[/i][/color] The thought came at him bitterly before he brushed it away with a shake of his head. There was no use in dwelling now. No use in being envious of someone he would have to feed on from now on.

Morrigan turned his head back towards the mage, letting his eyes sweep over him as he sized him up. [Color=gold]”I’m sure as long as we keep our main messes to our own rooms, neither of us should have too much of an issue with the living arrangement.”[/color][/color]