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Who ? Gulliver Mills and Julian Gold
Where ? Gulliver's condo
When ? Sunday around 5 pm
What ? Julian and Gulliver get together for...dessert?
Rating ? Moderate



Expense accounts, cohabitation, stock portfolios, sexual needs, slavery, heads on pikes! The feedback Gulliver had gotten from the notebooks about his recent claim was enough to leave the vampire stricken and a little pale. Well, paler than normal. He had thought, after thirty years of contemplating what he'd finally accomplished, that he had taken absolutely everything into consideration before making his decision. As it turned out, however, he hadn't really thought about it as hard as he should have and he'd missed answering some of the most basic questions. Or chickened out from making his demands.

Straightening up the room he'd set aside and decorated for the human he would someday claim hadn't brought him any answers either it served only to remove a fine layer of dust he hadn't realized had accumulated over everything. His cleaning expedition expanded from there, moving out from room to room to room and before he knew it it was four-thirty in the afternoon. While he had a sparkling house, definitely a good thing, the fact that he hadn't made any of the desserts he'd planned on or managed a blood appetizer courtesy of the Bank before he got his fangs into Julian kind of made his immaculate bathroom a moot point. He hadn't even showered or changed!

Even if it wasn't a best case scenario, Gulliver made the hasty decision to prioritize his to do list and went straight into the shower and hoped Julian wouldn't show up early.

By the time the alarm on his phone went off warning him he had 'Dessert with Julian' (as if he needed the reminder), Gulliver had managed to shower, drink a beer mug's worth of blood, and change. He didn't have enough time, however, to make anything edible, completely dry his hair, or worry about what he was going to wear. Appearance won out over function, for once, and he felt stiff and uncomfortable in a light blue oxford beneath a v-neck sweater and a pair of pants he'd normally only consider wearing to a wedding or a job interview.

Anxiously, the blond pulled the curtains away from the window above the sink that overlooked the front of his building even though seeing Julian make his way to his front door would do little to soothe his nerves. Oh please don't let me kill him, Gulliver thought.