“That would be me miss, yes.

Bronach's brows rose quite a bit in shock when Johnny mentioned the traps being set around the Ministry, thankful she didn't venture too far out after dark. "Have ya thought about using some of them electric video doorbell cameras on the trees? Or hunting cameras? Something that can be hidden, but will catch the feckin shitehead in the process?" Her father had used the hunter and door cams for the chicken coop and farmstand, the latter needing it more often once the disease hit.

"Good ta know about the beverage. I'll make sure to keep some stocked, just in case ya ever need a night cap." Her smile wasn't overly flirtatious; on the contrary, it was small, and very tired, as the time of day finally hit her. "Speaking of, gonna revisit that vodka." She mumbled with a small yawn. "I'll, uh..catcha ye around later, aye?"

The underside edge of the bedframe pressed into his back with an uncomfortable bite but he didn't care. He kept his forehead down and pressed against his knees while the tears flowing from his face and drips from his nose made his pajama pants resemble a wet tissue more than pants. There were so many regrets flowing through his head at once. Why did he have to wake up from that feral mindset? He should've been left in that cell until Secundo or Copia or, Hell, even Perpetua deemed it necessary to just pull the damn plug, take him out behind the barn and end his misery. If they sent him back to Hell it would have been only a matter of time before he was recaptured and stuck back in another cell. Maybe if he hadn't had been so outlandish in Europe... But if something he had done many times before was the cause of his downwards spiral... Swiss shook his head against his knees. If that was what did him in, it would have been only another matter of time before he snapped elsewhere...

He sobbed against his knees, wishing he could have been one of the many kits who didn't manage to make it beyond their first year. Swiss could barely fathom anymore just the sheer number of lives that would have been better off without him surviving more than that. Tens of thousands of ghouls who had found their lives beaten in or stolen under his claws throughout his climb up through Hell's rings may had been spared. The equally as grand number of lives he didn't touch directly would have been left to flourish. Whatever "good" he might've accomplished in his pitiful decade long reign on the topside was nothing but a drop of water in an ocean of curdled blood.

“Well not always… theres quite a lot I don’t get to do anymore. A lot of practices are out dated that I might have started with, even if they seemed perfectly fine. Some just ended up getting more complicated because of new laws getting put into place to protect workers or business’s. Not much I can do these days that I picked up then. Have to go out to clinics and classes to pick up new information and practices.” There was a small shrug. Its not like it was an inconvenience it was just often times a lot of work to get done, especially with keeping on-top of best practices and appearances.

Listening to the younger ghoul he nodded slowly, thoughtfulness in his eyes. There was not much in the way of wisdom that he could offer, at-least not in this moment. His childhood was fairly mundane, despite where he grew up and the type of life his parents lead. He didn’t really have siblings. If his parents had more kids after he left, he never knew them. And while he made friends with bad people, he was usually the worst of them…. Honestly the frost ghoul likely learned about Jeremiah at some point in school, especially considering the body count he had racked up.

“It happens. Unfortunately, life for everyone cannot be all virtuous and perfect. As much as we want to try and be just that… there is often too many obstacles in our way somedays…”

“I’d like to say that I’ve been good, or at least a decent person. But I think some days it is quite obvious where I grew up, despite my best efforts.”

That affirmation was all that was needed. The Cardinal wasted no time finding a quick rhythm with long strokes, his own worked hips slapping against Salvatore's ass. Fuck, what a tight ass.. Klaus kept his head close to Salvatore's neck and inhaled the scent floating off his skin. A mixture of his natural skin and what was laid artificially on top flooding his nose to draw him in deeper. His own fangs grazed his skin like a wordless warning of what is to come. They grazed lightly down Salvatore's neck, leaving tiny white lines at worst, before he found a lovely spot in the crook of his neck that would be easily hidden, just in case. He next to made out with his shoulders. Kissing and sucking and nipping at the olive skin marked in with various shades of pink and red and gentle little indents. He would indeed bite. But not quite yet. "Your taste, I love every inch of your skin~" A hand slid up behind Salvatore's head to keep his neck exposed while the other hand trailed its claws down his torso, across his hip bone, and down to the blue cock between them. He wouldn't pass up a chance to play with that again.

Jeremiah sat silent for a minute, treading water before he moved to the bank adjacent to the angel. While staying sat in the water he brought up a knee to rest his arm on, picking at a piece of reed that had come off. He never actually thought about asking Raphael about this, but he had been reminded ever so often when the being brought up what they did.

“Were you the one who would’ve heard me when Molly got sick?” The cowboy began tying the strand of reed into a knot, repeating it over and over again. “She uh… she prayed a lot, asked me to pray too when she got ill. I tried but- I didn’ really pray for help so much as ask why to whoever was out there listening and hope maybe she’d get better. But she got sick with a venereal disease. I think now it would be syphilis, but it was after we finally got the plans together to get her out of the saloon and we were going to get a little place in the foothills of the rockies. I just wanted to do one more ride, get one more decent paycheck…” tying one more knot, he made it a tight one that broke the end of the reed before sending it floating across the water.

“She wouldn’t let me visit anymore after that unless it was for wine and to check up on her. Miss Molly didn’t want me getting sick either, but she wasn’t makin’ much money anymore unless it was from guests who already were as sick as she was.” The ghoul chewed on the inside of his cheek, his voice while still calm wore the heaviness of the pain he still carried. “The other girls mourned her when she went. But they all had work to do, clients to keep up with… I uh— I was the only one to sit and watch over her that night. I knew where she was going, heaven wasn’t going to take her soul after being with a creature like me. Had to hope that maybe she went to paradise instead of the inferno. Nice lady, real nice. She liked lupine and fox glove so I made sure that was planted whenever I came through.”

"Thanks. It was many weeks planning the decor and windows and everything. If I didn't have anything else, this whole building is a glorious reminder of her." The purple ghoul didn't change face but there was a slight somber shift in his black and orange eyes that was promptly brushed off as he charged forward with more words. He couldn't get sappy and emotional in front of some rando.

"I can't think of a single reason why you wouldn't be welcomed," he scoffed, not with malice, through a mouthful of watermelon, "and trust me, the high ups are definitely aware of your presence. Them and some. The only freak around here who managed to sneak by any of us was Perpetua being a dramatic dick."

"Yeah I been doing tattoos for a few decades now. I got one other artist in the studio who rents out from me. His name is Beetle. I did have another one but she moved to New Mexico," Tab shoulders offered a little shrug, "so I'm just waiting on another artist that catches my eye and puts in the work. I'm pretty selective with picking people out because I want a variety of work and a good atmosphere so people actually enjoy and get along with everybody. It's a nice safe third space."

"Friends is definitely a way to put it. More accurate to say he scooped me up though. Metaphorically. He couldn't actually pick me up. He gets the privilege of getting picked up in my nice car unless I'm mad at him or he fucks up like I have to pick him up from somewhere in the middle of the night. Then he gets picked up in my bright ass neon green jeep. He hates it." Tab snickered to himself at the thought of Terzo glaring at him or attempting to shield his face from any passersby when that neon brick rolled up. Sometimes the ghoul didn't even have to be mad or upset to pull up in the thing. Sometimes it was just a jeep day. After closing the now empty tupperware container and setting it aside, Tab cleaned backwards on the kitchen island on his elbows. If a Sister were to catch him he would be told off immediately and likely whacked with a spoon if the right Sister came along,

"The Papas are always busy with something, same with the Cardinals. All the band ghouls are getting a much earned vacation so unless some decided to take a little LOA then they're around here too. On top of the dozens of people and ghouls and shit around who make this place run, you're bound to find somebody to fuck around with."