A Pink Corner House, Saturday Noon-ish

[chosehumanity]

Jack's trip to Bristol had been uneventful but productive this far - at least, if you asked Mitchell, who was thoroughly relieved that nothing had gone awry over the past two days. Unless you counted Tully's reeking bathroom habits, but that had been fixed with a moment of don't-go-in-there-just-yet charades.

... After Mitchell had gone in there.

Anyway, they'd just waved off the last of the week's guests. These weekly neighbourhood tea parties were working pretty well - again, if you asked Mitchell - and he was practically humming to himself as he cleared some of the dirty dishes off assorted horizontal surfaces.

Behind him, George closed the front door on the last one - an old lady by name of Paulina who had a tea cosy collection and an absolutely charming way of talking about it - with a loud sigh. The werewolf's head thunked against the door.

"I cannot," George announced, "Do another conversation about Vin Diesel."

That really should have been the first clue.

[[ for jack! some dialogue taken/will be taken from Being Human 1x02! ]]

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[chosehumanity]

George rolled his eyes. "No," he said, holding up the plates Mitchell had shoved at him, "I'm cleaning."

[bitten_notshy]

"Have fun." Jack rolled his own eyes in return, and, feeling foolish, headed for the stairs.

"Everything all right up there?" he called, a few stairs from the top. If nothing was going on he was going to feel like the idiot of all time, and would likely deserve any mocking.

[chosehumanity]

"Look," Mitchell's voice sounded across the hallway. He hadn't heard Jack yet, and there was a clear edge to his voice. "I just think you need to go downstairs. Everyone's gone."

A second, female voice joined him. "But I got blood on my shirt," she said. "Will it even wash out if I don't clean it right now--?"

[bitten_notshy]

Blood on her shirt?

Jack didn't quite have a flashback, but there was a certain visceral clamminess to his skin. He charged up the last few stairs.

"Who's bleeding?" he said, in place of, If anyone got hurt I will kill the lot of you, I mean it.

[chosehumanity]

The girl with Mitchell blinked. She was still in the process of holding her hand up to him-- and he was clearly trying very hard to stay away from it. "I nicked myself," she said, by way of explanation. "Your other housemate, that bloke-- Tully, right?" A beat. "He told me to see about washing it off up here."

Mitchell pulled away abruptly. "...we need to get her a plaster or something," he said, too quickly.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack's shoulders relaxed. "They're in the washroom, aren't they?" he told the girl. "We'll get you cleaned up. Don't worry about it."

He wondered whether Tully was intentionally poking at Mitchell.

[chosehumanity]

"Yeah..." Mitchell shook his head once, sounding distracted again. His eyes went black once between blinks, but settled back. "Yeah, I mean, he's right. Jack, can you take her there, look after her? It's in the left cabinet. I need to go--"

He paced towards the stairs. "...help George out."

[bitten_notshy]

"Of course," Jack said, only slightly strained. He flashed a smile at the girl. "I'll get her all fixed up and we'll be down in a moment."