A knock at the door (Raz0r/Open) - Raz0r's Mainland Sanctuary

There is a knock at the door, and a familiar looking Westly Snipes is standing there, peering into the peep hole.

She opened the door with a chuckle.

"You can't fool me. Also, you have a key and a room. Why are you knocking?"

He grins, nodding towards the camera "It wasn't you I was trying to fool. It was that...and it worked...." he pauses, looking at her "I think.." He looks at her expectantly "It did work right? I'm still getting the hang of this.."

She grinned.

"Yeah it worked. Congrats."

He smiles, walking into the room and sliding behind her field of vision for a second, bringing up his normal mask with a thought. Once done, he moves into the room proper and plops back down onto the couch "How's it going Raz0r?" he asks, draping his arm over the back of the couch.

She gave him that moment. It was only fair. Then she moved to the couch and curled up with her head in his lap.

"It's going great. But I've missed you."

He smiles down at her "I've missed you too. Been...experiencing stuff lately, but then you already knew about that." he says, grinning faintly

She smiled.

"Yes. He's a lovely man."

If he could flush, he would have been at this point "Yes he is" he replies softly, eyes growing distant for a moment before refocusing on her "And a bit scary. Not him. Just the situation in general"

She lifted a hand to cup his cheek.

"I know. But I'm here."

He smiles down at her "Thanks Raz0r. I appreciate that." he falls into silence for a time "So, what have you been up to recently?"

She chuckled.

"Getting into trouble. As usual."

He chuckles "Doing what precisely. Trouble for you is generally for more trouble then for the average person we run across" He draws a knee up to his chest, resting a forearm atop it.

She laughed and sat up, turning to face him crosslegged on the couch.

"Yeah, it's a bit of trouble Just getting in over my head. Fixed now."

He arches an eyebrow "Sounds like there is a story there. Anything I should be aware of, just for consistency amongst nos's sake?" he asks, chuckling softly. In an odd display off affection, Marcus reaches out and gently takes one of Raz0rs hands, squeezing it softly.

She chuckled.

"Just a change of job. I get myself into trouble with the establishment often. It's not bad enough for me to run away."

He shrugs some, chuckling "Sounds like it would be a fun story to tell, but fair enough. How's porter doing?"

She smiled.

"Good. Very good. And how's life with Dima?"

He releases a slow breath "Interesting. His family hates me....or at least his sister does. Well..I don't know if Hate is a good word. She thinks I'm a sweet, but ultimately selfish little child for wanting to be with Dima. But I'm not. I give him something that he's been looking for, that he really can't get from his wife. He's married by the way. A ghoul for the last thousand or so years..." He bites his lower lip, shrugging some.

She nodded.

"Go ahead. Tell me more."