( oh, that's — hmm. ash's teeth worry at his lip as he considers that thought. humans, essentially living in vampire captivity (or so he thinks — his perceptions of the club are admittedly warped). maybe that's a little dramatic, much like his very vocal concerns over gavi's safety in a club like that, but.

it's genuine. probably too much so — if only because ash knows how vampires can get. when he hasn't fed for a while, he gets cranky, morose, glaring down everything with a pulse, dark circles under his eyes. there was once he'd gone so long that he'd nearly lost control.

gavi is far too cute to get eaten by some selfish prick vampire, even if a glance at the tall boy beside him in the mirrored walls of the elevator remind him that he's dressed far less than cute this evening. he clears his throat as the elevator pings for his floor, starting a long walk down the hallway towards his room. )

I know what you mean. Ten A.M. rolls around and I'm ready to throw on my pajamas and curl up in bed. ( there's a beat, in which ash tips his chin up to smile ever-so-innocently at gavi. ) You don't have to worry about making it home today.