Cyprus laughed and gave him a soft nudge in return. "My kids aren't grubby, they're just a little overenthusiastic. And anyways, you're a party boy." He assumed Bryce was a party boy, anyways. It wasn't like tame people went on bar crawls through unfamiliar neighborhoods. "Worse things have definitely happened on those couches. Things I shudder to think about."
Bryce sighed, slipping a hand into his pocket with a casual shrug, "Hey, my previous couches were worse. I think worse things happened on those then the current ones I have." Those had been ruined. Looking back on it Bryce wondered how he even managed to get it that bad, "These ones are leather. Easier to clean up the mess that people make on them."
Cyprus wrinkled up his nose playfully. "You're a mess, you know that? How many couches have you ruined?" His tone was accusatory but only in the most teasing of ways. "I can't believe you have to change out your furniture regularly, I swear I've had the same shit in my house since I bought it."
(Heyy, sorry for disappearing for a good while there. School kinda said fuck you and i just haven't had time or energy to come on)
Bryce waved a hand with a roll of his eyes, "I don't change them regularly thank you very much." He replied, "I think I've only switched them out twice, which isn't even that bad." He knew some people who threw bigger parties than him, which was saying something. And they always ended up with the furniture being thrown out the morning after.
(You have no idea how much I get that, lol. Take all the breaks you need, real life always comes first, though I am pretty psyched to see you again)
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Cyprus couldn't hide the fond smile that settled on his face so he knocked his shoulder against Bryce's, hoping to distract from it. "I think ruining a pair of couches is pretty bad all on its own kid, and you've managed to do it twice. How many years have you lived there, anyways?"
(it's great to see you again too!)
Bryce counted on his fingers, mumbling the numbers before he gave up and shrugged, "Can't remember. Over ten years at least." He'd had a small apartment when he was building his permanent residence but he could barely remember when he moved away from home - whether it was 18 or 21 so that didn't help him much, "But anyway, it's not that bad."
Cyprus shouldn't have been surprised that he found the sight endearing, but then again it seemed that Bryce was just full of surprises. "I guess I shouldn't expect anything better from a party boy." His voice had a soft sort of humor to it, playful and sarcastic "Hopefully you'll go easy on my when I come over tomorrow, I don't know if I've got enough experience to keep up with you."
Bryce pouted a little, though it was quickly replaced by a smile as he nudged the older male, "Cross my heart and hope to stay dead that I won't make you party too hard." Of course he wouldn't make Cyprus do anything he didn't want to do, he would never, but a small part of him wanted to see him let loose a little. Or maybe more than a little.
Cyprus nudged him back, rolling his eyes at the pout even though it was adorable. "You're a real sweetheart." In all honesty, he wouldn't mind getting tipsy and letting a few walls down. He trusted Bryce not to push or prod while he made himself vulnerable. "Who knows, maybe one day I'll have it in me to get completely trashed with you."
"Hey, if you stick around, then you're definitely gonna get wasted with me at some point." He replied. Bryce wanted to know what Cyprus was like when he truly let himself just let go for a while. Maybe one day, he hoped it would be some day soon, but nothing was certain, "Annnnddd here we are!"
As they rounded the corner, the sight of Bryce's pristine white house came into view. It was modern, all white walls and funky patterns for the windows with his car sitting in the drive way off to the side. Bryce sighed, "Home sweet home."
Cyprus let out a quiet laugh and bumped their shoulders together one last time as they reached Bryce's house. It didn't look quite the way he' expected, less fancy and more functional, but that fit with the general impression he had of Bryce too. "I can tell, kid. I met you today and we've already got plans to drink together twice in the same week. Now get inside, the last thing we need is for you to get stuck in the sun again."
Bryce couldn't help but chuckle, raising his hands up in a surrender motion as he headed to the front door, "Yes Grandpa whatever you say Grandpa." He said, leisurely walking away, "You better get to work otherwise you're gonna be later than you already are."
"Tell your sire that he's raising an irredeemable little monster of a fledgling," he called in return, watching as Bryce made his way inside. Once the Toreador was safely inside, he made his way out of the forest, late for his job but happier than he'd felt in years.
(Feel like skipping?)
(To when Bryce is about to pick Cyprus up?)
(sounds good! Could you start?)
(Yesir)
Bryce arrived at Crypus' place bang on nine o'clock Saturday evening. He pulled up outside the other's place, in a slick black convertible, quickly getting out and brushing himself down. It wasn't a date, he knew, but he'd done his best to look presentable. Black dress pants with a white button up undone at the top. He still adorned his usual chains and jewellery, rings and necklaces. Perfect for a night out drinking and getting to know Cyprus better. The young vamp waltzed up to the door, knocking three times before slipping his hands into his pockets.
Cyprus answered the door on the third knock, leaning up against the door frame as he looked Bryce up and down. He wasn't dressed half so nicely, but it was clear that he'd put in an effort. There was a dress shirt beneath his bomber jacket instead of the usual worn tee, and his hair, normally left messy, had been brushed back into a decently neat ponytail. "Hey," he greeted, forcing himself not to let his eyes linger. Bryce looked good, because of course he did, but that was no excuse to be a creep. "You… ah… you look nice. Clean up better than I thought you would."
Bryce beamed, a soft chuckle escaping him, "Thanks, so do you." Seeing Cyprus in a tie and not a shirt felt strange, even if he hadn't known him for long. Bryce got the impress he didn't dress up and go out all that often. Didn't mean he wasn't hot as hell, though, especially with his hair tied up like that, "Shall we get this party started then, old man?" He said, gesturing to the car behind him.
"Oh, hush." He pushed himself out of the doorway, only sparing a moment to shut the door behind him. There was no need to lock it, nobody came out to this part of town and even if they did, Cyprus didn't have much worth taking. "You're one to talk, kid. Do you treat all your friends like this when you go out, or am I just special?" Their shoulders bumped together as he passed Bryce. He offered the younger vampire a small smile. "You really oughta be careful, or I'll head back inside and you won't see me for another week."
Bryce placed a hand over his heart with a dramatic sigh, "And how awful of a week it would be." He made it to the car, opening the passengers side door for Cyprus, "And you never know, maybe I do this for everyone or maybe I'm tryna impress you. You can figure that one out for yourself." Once Cyprus was seat, he shut the door and headed to his own side, quickly hopping in.
Cyprus laughed and bumped their shoulders together a little more purposefully, glancing around the inside of Bryce's car as he waited for the younger vampire to get settled. The car was a little fancy for his tastes, but then again he wouldn't expect Bryce to go for anything less. "Your technique could use a little work, kid. People usually respond better to flattery than insults."
Bryce snorted, starting the engine of the car moments after he was seated, "Yeah well, the rules of flirting are old. And I wasn't even insulting you, I was pointing out a fact." He peeled the car away from the drive, heading off towards the bright city lights and dazzling skyscrapers, "And anyway, not everyone can look as you do for your age."
Cyprus snorted, reaching up to brush back some of the flyways that had slipped from his ponytail. Most vampires would think he looked ancient for his age, with his graying hair and the lines around his eyes, and yet Bryce was here complimenting him. Flirting, even. He had to admit that it warmed him, even though he did his best now to show it. "You just like that I make you look pretty by comparison."
Bryce chuckled, rolling his eyes in a playful manner, "This might be a bit of a surprise to you, Cyprus, but I can give genuine compliments." He offered the other a smile, "I mean it, you look good, not just because you make me look young, but because you do." Good might have been an understatement for what was going through his mind, but he didn't want to scare Cyprus off.