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Epilog II | AnotherXPerspective

A fateful day in Germany, months ago...

"You saw the way she looked at me non?" Francis asked, twirling a strand of hair in his fingers while Gilbert relaxed, halfway off the couch, his head almost touching the ground.

"Ja, she vas fickin begging for it, kesesese! I bet her pussy was drenched just looking at ju." He chuckled, excited at the thought.

"You flatter me, Gil! Are you wanting attention from me? How cute!" Francis cooed and reached in to hug his friend.

"Heh! Nein! Get your hands off me; I'm not in the mood for a man."

"Obviously. He's too busy thinking about someone's 'drenched pussy', right Francis?" Antonio teased from the couch across from them as he woke up from his first daily nap.

"Oui, maybe we should just call her now; we haven't been properly introduced to her yet," Francis grinned, lust in his eyes.

"I think she's at work; I can hear her on the phone near the office buildings," Antonio informed as he listened to the noises of the town.

Francis shrugged then looked down at Gil, who was still slowly sliding off the couch.

"Shame, I was just getting hungry too. Why don't zhe three—" he reached for Gilbert again, who this one flipped backward, avoiding Francis.

"Nein!" He protested, standing firm, arms crossed, as he glared at Francis.

"But Gil!"

"Nein, give up! The festival is still going on, vhy don't ve go pick up some medieval chicks instead." He grumbled, turning around to get himself ready in his room.

"'Ere I thought the days of picking up medieval women were centuries behind us."

"Pft—"

"It vasn't that funny, Toni." Gilbert rolled his eyes at the clear sign of the two's connection.

"Non?" Francis frowned.

"He just laughs at anything ju say."

"Oh, come on now, Gil, you were so relaxed a second ago talking about that cute girl in town, and now you're acting all tense."

"Because he's still thinking about pounding her, probably. Want some help, Gil?" Antonio winked flirtatiously, and he and Francis both gave Gilbert looks of playful lust, beckoning him to come play with them.

"Nein geez! Ugh, I'm grabbing my jacket vhen I'm leaving. You two can stay here." Gil glared and hurried up the stairs instead of giving in to them though their lure was strong even against older vampires like himself.

"Non, come back!" Francis reached his hand out, pleading like he was in a solar opera.

"Don't be so dramatic. I haven't even left the house."

As Gil dressed himself upstairs, needing to look like he belonged at the festival, Antonio sighed, remembering days of past.

"Hm. Wouldn't it be nice if the girls just came right to us, like they used to?"

"Zhey still do." Francis countered.

"Ci, but I mean like the old days when they'd flock to us. These days people can be such prudes. Judging people for having sex, really? Who cares if you fucked the neighbor? Good for you."

They both heard Gil cough upstairs, trying to disguise a laugh. He came back downstairs wearing plain clothes that only theoretically could belong at a medieval fair. Francis looked him up and down, judging his friend's taste in fashion.