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[Night time is great. Night time is great because it means humans sleeping, which means they're dreaming which means Tucker can get a read on what they like and get some food from it. Usually anyway. There's this one fucking house tho, most of the other monsters steer clear of it and Tucker can't begin to fathom why. Curiosity always gets the better of him so he glides on up to one of the windows and peeks in. Looks normal to him, climbs in and .... Yeah okay there's one dude asleep and that's perfect.

He moves to kneel down close by the bed and close his eyes to take a peek into this loser's dreams, sees blonde hair, right intelligent eyes, warm smile that radiates strength and the willingness to drop kick this nerd's ass. Hell, that's a good one. He can work with that. He gets to his feet and starts his shift, reaching to touch at the guy's hand against the bed and leans down to kiss his forehead.]

Church. [The fuck kinda name is 'Church' anyway. Weirdo.]

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[there's a moment where he's not all there yet, still hazy and halfasleep. church twists his hand to grab at hers, and a genuine smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. he's know that voice anywhere, that curtain of blonde hair--]

[which cannot fucking possibly be hanging over him right now. she can't. she CAN'T be.]

What the fuck! [he's fully awake in an instant, scrabbling back against the headboard with panicky kicks, his heels skidding along the sheets.] What the fuck! What the fuck! [this has happened before, but it doesn't get easier. and it's never this intensely... well, real.]

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[Oh holy shit. The minute Church is scrambling away, Tucker steps back, blinking slowly, hands out defensively.]

Whoa whoa, it's okay! [He drops the mimicked voice for his own, starts ssssslowly shifting back. This rarely, if ever, happens so it always catches him off guard. What's the story with this one then.]

I'm a friendly, promise! [His tail is twitching agitatedly and his wings small enough to be just barely visible but he's there and not looking like that woman anymore.]

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[his ribcage still heaving and eyes still wide, church stays frozen for a long moment. his breathing does eventually start to slow, especially as tucker starts shifting back to being himself. that's-- that's different. it's not her. it's not her.] Okay. Okay. What the... [get your thoughts in order, don't just repeat yourself.]

You... Who the fuck are you? What was that? [is he just hallucinating?]

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That, uh.

[Wow this guy is really disoriented by that vision of ...whoever that woman was. Might have been important. Might have hit a nerve.]

Name's Tucker. Incubus? I shift into whatever's in your dreams, let you bang one out.

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[his pulse is slowly sinking back to baseline, church slowly regaining his composure -- or the closest thing church has to it.] Inc-- oh, shit. [but then his cheeks are flushing, and he's sitting up straight with a scowl.] I don't dream about her! Don't fucking lie. I don't dream about her anymore.

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Uh huh. [Said in the driest fucking tone he can muster. God he's just hungry, he didn't order all the bullshit on the side.]

And if you don't then how'd I know what she looked and sounded like? Fuckin' fooled you for a solid minute.

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[if he didn't want a generous helping of bullshit on the side, he should have gone elsewhere to fill his cravings.]

[church's face is bright red in a matter of moments, darkening while he stammers.] I don't know! Some weird freaky demon magic! Who knows! Who cares! [puffed up like an angry cat, he crosses his arms and looks away, pouting fiercely.]

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bestsword

[Yeah, he's not buying it. He knows what he does, he knows his procedure. This dude needs to learn.

Tucker climbs up onto the bed and sits cross-legged in front of him, tail just swishing in aggravation.]

I know, and I care because it's my fucking job! You were dreaming about her so that's what I used. 'Demon magic' is a load of bullshit, sorry to surprise you.

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[he bristles, turning back towards him and leaning forward from having pressed himself back against the baseboard to scowl at the intruder from within his personal space. this has been a sore subject for a little while now, but... not long enough. it's never long enough, when it comes to her.]

You're a load of bullshit! I'm over it, I have been for ages. Why would I still be thinking about her in my sleep? [church that's... that's not how dreams work... but who can blame him, really. ever since, it seems to be the only thing that anybody wants to talk to him about. when they don't have to, because he's FINE.]

[... he is really not reacting properly to the admitted otherwordly creature sitting across from him.]

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[Tucker huffs a bit, puffing one cheek out as he watches Church try to talk his way out of what Tucker knows for a fact. He could keep this argument going, sure, and probably win it in the end too.

But that's not getting him any closer to being fed.

He gradually leans his elbows on his knees, chin on one hand and watches him, all the venom gone from his voice when he speaks again.]

You're a weird dude, y'know that? I mean, not bad weird, just weird.

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[THAT knocks him off of what seem to be the 'bitter ex denial' rails. blinking furiously, he stares at tucker for an instant before his cheeks turn (if possible) even redder.]

[it's notable, however, that he doesn't pull away. in fact, there's a fraction less tension in the line of his posture after not bad weird, something almost like a sigh escaping him. deflated.] Yeah, well. You're pretty weird too, uh... [well fuck, his name definitely isn't allison...]

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Tucker.

[Doesn't even miss a beat, but he's smiling while he watches. This guy is different. Maybe, probably.]

And I'm only weird because I didn't bolt the second you freaked out. The fuck kinda incubus sits and chats with his dinner, right?

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bestever

D-D-Dinner? [church's face goes even more put out, if that's possible. his first thought is the image of himself turning on a spitroast, skin smoking as it blisters above the fire.]

[it's... strangely detailed, all things considered. he puts on his Serious Face, the one that says DON'T FUCK WITH ME, MY DAD IS SHERIFF, and tries to salvage this to save his skin.] Okay, so why are you chatting? Not like it'll matter when you're done, will it?

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[Oh please your dad with his little peashooter couldn't do shit.]

It doesn't mean a damn thing. So I dunno why I'm chatting you up, man.

[Maybe it's that Church didn't immediately try to like. Kill him. Or so some weird religious thing to get rid of him.]

And yeah, dinner. Incubus, I said it before. Like, I'm not going to literally eat you or anything, that's disgusting.

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[DID he say it before? if he did, church was too frazzled to absorb it. but fuck if he's going to admit that, so...] Yeah, sure. Okay. And why exactly should I believe you, huh?

[inhale. exhale. maybe he's still asleep? he's had dreams like this before, allison appearing and turning into somebody else. if he approaches it rationally, maybe it'll respond the same way, and he can wake up without guilt.] What exactly do you want from me, Tucker?

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Holy shit.

You've never been around an incubus huh? Or-- [He squints at him, like trying to get a read on the poor guy.] No, I guess you wouldn't, you're straight. I think.

[Tucker, don't sit there and postulate over this guy's personal identity! Christ. His tail swishes boredly and he sighs.]

Basically, I peek into someone's dreams, find out who they wanna bang and transform into it, we have sex, I eat the energy they expend from it. Win win situation for everybody.

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bestever

Oh. [he blinks again, taken offguard.] Uh, no. I haven't. I don't think I know anybody who has. Uh...

[oh. oh shit. does that mean that he's being propositioned?] We have what?

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Seeeex. S-e-x. Intercourse. That really fun past time anything with blood's been doing since the dawn of time. Usually feels great? Especially if your partner really knows what they're doing.

[You are absolutely being propositioned, Church.]

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[he... doesn't really know how to respond to that. his mouth opening and closing silently for a minute, church shakes himself and relaxes a fraction, humor starting to creep into his voice for the first time.] Shit, well. Now I know I'm dreaming. At least it's not a nightmare, I guess.

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bestsword

[Tucker smirks, relaxes as Church does.]

Well, hey babe, I can be the best dream you've ever had. [TucKER.]

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bestever

[hey, yeah, alright. church is a lot more casual about this now that he knows that a) he's not going totally crazy b) he's just dreaming up the situation because he's desperate and it's been longer than he'd care to admit. pathetic, but he'll take it. aaaand, well, he might as well make use of it.] Oh yeah? I've had some pretty good ones. Why don't you prove it?

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[Tucker grins, proud that he's still managing to salvage this meal.]

Got anyone else you're interested in? Not the blond obviously, but maybe a coworker? Neighbor? I'll make it great, swear to you.

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bestever

[just a dream, right? that means that church can stop WORRYING so much and actually go for it; exactly the way that he never would if he thought that he was conscious. he leans forward and trails his fingertips up tucker's arm.] You're looking pretty good as is, actually.

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[Oh holy shit.

In all the world, Tucker had to find the one monster kinky motherfucker here.

It's a little off putting, but it's a dinner so.]

I mean, I am damn good looking, so can't blame you. You have a preference of junk?

[He at least shifts his wings to be a little smaller, curls his tail so it rubs against Church's leg while they talk. It's gone from hooking up to sounding more like a business transaction, christ.]