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Wait a minute. What was going on. One second he felt like ripping this guy’s throat out and now….

When Micky moved closer Gramsci swallowed hard. It almost couldn’t get past his spiked collar. He knew something was happening that was beyond him but then another part of him didn’t really care. Eyeing the jacket as it dangerously hung there.

“Eight so far.” He planned to recruit others. These things just took time. Besides the core eight were just enough for now. They caused enough chaos and mayhem for twenty. He was in no rush.

Eight wasn’t that great or big of a number. Gramsci had always had plans for there to be more. Even if the eight that he lead right now tended to get a bit carried away and there were sometimes struggles for control. But they always seemed to come around in the end.

Gramsci had just stepped into the role of leader so easily and it was nice being the one giving the orders instead of taking them.

He had to stop his tail from wagging back and forth when Micky said he found it hot. Straightening out to his full height now as he tugged on his vest. “Of course they listen to me. I give them direction and purpose.” As to what exactly that purpose was well it changed from day to day. If he needed someone roughed up he could get them riled up with just a word. If he needed papers signed they would cause such a ruckus until the person signed. There was no problem he couldn’t throw them at that wouldn’t eventually get solved.

He pondered what Micky said next. And it seemed like his words made a bit of sense. Pound Puppies still sounded better than Hounds but he enjoyed a good play of worlds anyhow. “So you are looking to hire us then?” In all fairness it wouldn’t have been the first time they had been hired out. Sometimes it was just easier for those with the ability to pay the right price to hire them to do their dirty work. Gramsci rarely ever cared what the job was or who it might hurt.

More money did sound nice. The Prince could probably afford to pay them really well in fact. As it stood they didn’t have a lot of money to begin with. What they could all scrape by with picking pockets and robberies tended to be blown through pretty fast.

Yea, he could definitely do with an expendable income.

His skin prickled even more as Micky rested his hands on his shoulders. When had he gotten so close? The Gangrel could of sworn he was still across the room.

“Closer doing what?” The Puppies were a grab bag of skills. Point them at a problem and they had someone who could take care of it. Needed some skulls cracked? Easy. The screws put to someone? Piece of cake. Robbery? They got you. That was what he expected the Sheriff needed the Pound Puppies for. But there was a hint at something more and he was curious. Finding it difficult to break away from Micky’s gaze.

It did sound fun. He nodded slightly, his ears flicking back for a second before they were upright once more.

It wasn’t that he was clueless. No, quite the contrary. Gramsci had picked up on the subtlety quite well. But dogs needed clear and concise ideas. Gramsci rarely moved without reason. Although it may seem that way sometimes.

Gramsci felt something lift and he gave his head a little shake.

As Micky leaned in and spoke into his ear Gramsci reached out a hand to snag his arm. Pulling the other male in to give him a long sniff. He even smelt nice and that was a big change of pace to how the others lived. Bunch of smelly mutts that they were.

“Even if we are Ne up in bed together? Whatever we wanted…?” He tilted his head just a bit. Now that he could think a little more clearly he still found himself wanting. His brain chasing after the pale vampire.

He could feel the muscles in Micky’s arm tense when he had grabbed him. Obviously the Sheriff had expected a fight for sure, but that idea just seemed smoldering beneath the surface. At this point the Gangrel didn’t feel it quite necessary.

Any transgression he had felt before had easily melted away. But then that was typical of Gramsci’s nature. He could get really riled up but it would sometimes just peeter out if his attention was re-directed.

“Care to seal the deal then?”

Gramsci didn’t quite care if anyone might stumble upon them. Not when that jacket fell to the floor and he could get a really good look at Micky. He could definitely do with less jacket all the time. Less everything actually.

Allowing himself to be pushed back towards and into his chair he let out a sharp breath as he sat down. The Brujah quickly climbing into his lap and running his fingers through his hair, scratching at the backs of his ears with his claws. The Gangrel ran his hands up Micky’s thighs as his eyes lidded half way.

The complex had been set up that way to vet anyone who stopped by unannounced It was better than getting caught with your pants down .

Current situation aside.

His head tilted up at the pull on his collar and he was met with a kiss that made his ears burn. The Gangrel’s tail probably would have wagged had it not been beneath him. The male’s hands sliding up Micky’s thighs further until they reached his hips and he learned into the kiss, sitting up in his chair just a little more.

When it broke he almost didn’t catch what the Sheriff had said. He probably would have said yes to just about anything he asked at that point. Shooting back a grin of his own. “Yea, sure, whatever you want. Me and my crew are your’s.” At least this arrangement would give the Puppies a bit of purpose and some nice cash in their pockets. Unlike that one Giovanni who tried to hire them not too long ago to take care of some Malkavian problem they had.