Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: Billy/Tandy: the neighborhood
Tandy didn't think of cocktails or potions. He thought of soap, and of resin, of the chemical compounds that made rosemary smell like rosemary and the way molecules reacted with receptors so that they could be smelled. It was all really neat, the way the magical broke down and became matter of fact, scientific rather than unbelievable. He thought this as he played with the rosemary spring between his fingers.
He laughed about the astronomy senior, briefly but genuinely. Tandy's humor came and went, like that. He leaned his hand against his knee and looked at Billy, entertained. "That's a significant learning opportunity totally decimated," he said reasonably, but it kind of underscored the point that he was erroneous in finding nothing interesting in the smell of an individual as they adjusted a telescope. "It's pheromones," he said, absently, paying attention to the next thing Billy said.
Which was somewhat confusing given the status of the boy in front of him. "What do you mean, highly unlikely? There's a clear set number of people in town who like men," which was rational. "If they're not clients, and they're not in a relationship surely that means there's availability that could be met. Why could you not meet someone who calls you Billy instead of Pesha?"
But okay, Joe was clearly not a vampire name, and Tandy filed the point about client names and secrecy for future reference. "But it stopped?"