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When; Before the dream curse. After this
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Myrnin

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Summary; Myrnin goes to see Dawn and brings her chocolate.
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Myrnin cared. He really did. It was just caring combined with insults, sarcasm and a superiority complex. He waited until dusk, went and bought a large box of chocolate along with a Get Well Soon balloon (he likes balloons) and ambled over to Dawn's apartment. She probably doesn't want to know this but it wasn't hard to sniff her out. Myrnin has on a pair of pajama pants with sheep on them. He's also got on a tuxedo shirt sans cufflinks. The tail flops over the waistband of the pants. He's wearing loafers with tassels as well. He leans against the doorframe, pushes the intercom button and speaks into it.

"I've come with chocolate, My Dear. Knock, knock and open up."

He's not intentionally creepy...most of the time. And yet...

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Dawn has to facepalm briefly before answering. "You sound like a total case of stranger danger. Meet me on the stairwell."

If it was just them, she might consider making a bad choice and letting Myrnin in; it's cold, she's tired, and her knees still have the seriously annoying habit of feeling like Jell-O. The gross hospital kind, not real Jell-O. (There's a difference.)

She gets about halfway down her flight before giving up; Myrnin can just come to her, he's the one with fully functioning parts. So when her most likely going to be strangely dressed employer arrives, he'll stumble onto a Tiny Watcher sprawled out enough to take up an entire stair on her own, yawning.

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And come on up he does, humming until he sees Dawn sprawled on the stairwell. He raises an eyebrow at her, sits down on the stair below her and holds out the chocolate.

"You appear to need this quite badly."

Apparently he thinks chocolate has some sort of magical properties. He wasn't human and hadn't been for a while when it was developed. He doesn't see what the big deal is.

"Gimme gimme." She takes a chocolate with a smile that's only slightly marred by a yawn. "Dr. Chase made me promise only one cupcake and a banana, but he didn't say anything about chocolate." She's good at word games, loopholes. It's a skill set.

Chocolate may not actually be a cure all, but the first bite still makes Dawn smile, relax a little into the wall. After the second, she opens her eyes, shrugging and blushing just a little. "Shut up, I like chocolate. Want some?"

She holds out the bar, questioning.

Her reaction to the chocolate makes him chuckle. He's pleased he got that right. Myrnin isn't terribly skilled in the idea of making humans happy. There are so few he cares about their emotional climate.

"At last I've found the way to a woman's heart. And all these years I was mistaken in thinking it was alchemy and physics. You've revolutionized my seduction style, My Dear." Not that Myrnin really is much for seducing anyone.

He regards the chocolate bar with a quirked eyebrow and tentatively reaches out to break off a piece. "I was over three hundred years old when chocolate was invented and had long given up the habit of eating." That's sort of his way of saying he's never really eaten chocolate. Sure he loves his mochas but there's a purpose to drinking those and drinking is a habit he's accustomed to doing. Eating, not so much. His first bite makes him raise both his eyebrows and his eyes widen. He looks a bit like an excited child.

"Perhaps I can appreciate what the 'big deal' is in regards to a chocolate bar."

"Okay, first I'm not an Okay Cupid test, and second? Never tell me. Never ever." It probably says something about her early developmental years that this just reminds her of home; sprawled out with a more than slightly morally grey vampire, eating chocolate and pretending to be horrified by the things he says. Spike seriously did weird things to her comfort levels.

That revelation of his age-- Dawn is pretty sure he's not talking about the Aztecs, just Europe, but either way that makes him edging on obscenely old-- keeps her silent for a moment, processing. His excited smile snaps her out of contemplation. "You missed out." She breaks off half the bar and hands it over, then takes another bite herself.

"Yes, I'll have to remember that the idea of seduction and me is extremely gross as far as you're concerned," he chuckles. "However, I've no clue what an Okay Cupid test is."

If it's any comfort, Myrnin never really did go in for the torture and mass murder sort of thing. Not that morally grey doesn't cover his moral compass perfectly.

She would be right about the Europeans. Aztecs were never his thing. The Europeans knew how to throw a party and that was Myrnin's concern. Obscenely old would be an accurate description of him. "Obviously," he says, taking the chocolate. "Thank you." And he takes another bite.

"It's not gross so much as I don't ever need to hear about it." In retrospect, that was slightly rude. "And it's this online site? For quizzes but also, creepy guys who don't ever use proper mechanics. It's kind of depressing."

Spike told her stories about killing and eating little girls who looked just like her. They really should have just hired a babysitter, or something.

"Does this mean my duties now include chocolate fetching?" Dawn, you could sound less enthusiastic.

Just slightly but again, Myrnin isn't really that concerned with it. In general, he's much more interested in his work then he is in any romantic rendezvous. "I'll avoid any telling and I will certain avoid the online site. Not that I use a computer much." Besides Ada and she didn't really count. "Why do you frequent it?"

See! Myrnin is doing well. He's almost a saint by comparison.

"Indeed. I think that daily chocolate fetching should be included. It's bound to help me think." Well since she does sound so enthusiastic and now she can tell people she has to eat chocolate for her job?

Oh good. Sometimes Spike's stories got a little graphic in places, and she's going to be in enough trouble with Buffy when she finally shows back up for Spike 2.0-- now with added crazy-- no need to add amorous recountings to the tally of Things Dawn Is In Trouble For. "I don't think they have it here. They don't have Google, either, which is actually sad." Here, Myrnin, have the eyes of Duh. "Sometimes you just need to waste time during work and find out which Founding Father you're most like."

...She needs to get better screening abilities for her chosen companions.

"Do I get to charge extra for that, too?" Someday, Dawn will get bored and write him a bill that just says 'Extra Change' over and over and over. Sometimes, you need to make your own fun.

Myrnin tends to be closed mouthed about his bloodier stories. He's not particularly proud of them. "Founding Father?" It takes him a minute. "Right. American."

Well...yes.

"Naturally," he smirks and waves it off. He would laugh. A lot.

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