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?"

"Yes! That's exactly what you could have said," Swiss scoffed, "Grab my ear and tell me it's a hard habit to get out of! Yell at me for whatever I decided to go stick in my nose! Fuck, dude! If I knew I had somebody further in than I was in my corner than I thought I wouldn't have been beating myself up so hard over stupid shit!"

"I already asked him and he said to fuck off. He won't help me. Should have suspected that at some point he was going to turn on me too." Swiss laid his cheek on his forearms, looking at the wall away from Sodo.

"Oh what, you want me to eat around you so you can wonder what it actually is? I can leave you with the impression that I scooped some dude off the street because I wanted a snack? We've stopped going out for that sort of thing months ago because YOU didn't want to. You didn't like the idea of eating near me. Who would?" He turned his head into his arms, now hiding his entire face from the fire ghoul. As he grew more and more tired, it was clear that Swiss' anger was turning into sadness. Low and melancholy. He was angry still, as he naturally would, but it was taking that somber and depressed form.

"I had been doing fine-" muffled was his cracking squeak, "I felt fine for so long. I thought I was going to be fine forever but then I'm paranoid and I don't know why can't I shake it no matter what I do."

“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.”

As he was picked up, panic crossed his mind momentarily, he wasn’t used to being lifted and carried. Let alone being made to feel like he weighed next to nothing. It was reflected in his mismatched gaze as he stared up after being deposited on the couch.

With being asked what he needed his mind moved faster than his mouth. He wanted to finish, he wanted praise, he wanted to be admired and called pretty things. He needed exactly none of it, seemingly focused on the large man who found his place ontop of him. Even aftercare was currently an after thought, yes he would need cleaned up and would like some casual cuddling since he would need a minute for his hip to stop hurting so much but outside of that…

“I don’t— I’m not sure sir.” He murmured, eyes flicking down to watch him fully remove the rest of his clothing. Salvatore had seen this all before once of course, while keeping Klaus beneath him and enjoying his body. But being from a lower vantage point, Klaus had more power to him than just the man under the influence of the venom.

Cocks together he pushed his hips up watch them rub against eachother. The lengthy members slipped and slid, his gaze focused on them before he finally could find his words again.

“I would like to finish sir when you will allow it and I would like to feel you finish inside me… and please tell me if i have been good.” Not too much of an ask, that was the plan anyway, but his face still was pink from asking anyway. “Mmmn and maybe after you have finished using me i can be held for a moment?”

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."