→ Hugo had been extra careful with himself lately. With no job, his mental state was even more fragile, prone to bouts of forgetfullness, and anxiety. His little day planner was all about worthless with nothing to write in it--nothing that had meaning. Currently, he sat indian style, limbs twisted in on each other. His location may have seemed odd to some people, but Hugo considered the very center of the pool table in the game room a perfectly nice place to sit. Looking a bit like a meditating priest in his all black clothing, Hugo had his eyes shut and he was humming to himself some showtune he'd heard once.

→ When Pilot spotted Hugo on the pool table, he thought it was a very curious thing to see the vampire there but he knew that there was a chance that this vampire might talk to him. Most of them wouldn't, and though he had asked a handful of them about werewolves they had all either brushedh im off or lied to him about it. When he got to the pool table he pulled himself up quietly and sat across from Hugo, mirroring the way he was sitting, except instead of closing his eyes he just looked at him and waited for Hugo to pay attention to him.

→ If Hugo wasn't just a touch hungry, it could have been hours before he opened his eyes. As it played out, Hugo opened them immediately after Pilot settled. He didn't recognize the human and wondered with little concern if perhaps Pilot was some sort of intruder. Surely no one was stupid enough to sneek into the predator's den. Though he had heard some idle chatter about a newcomer. "You must be him." Hugo spoke right from where his thoughts left off, as if his internal monologue was broadcast to everyone.

→ "I must be." Pilot said, putting his hands against his knees as he watched Hugo. Tilting his head to the side a little bit he smiled and studied the long but folded vampire. "You must be Hugo." Because there were no other vampires that seemed so odd. He had already met Sonny and had been advised to stay away from him.

→ In such low lighting, Hugo's eyes didn't seem to have any depth to them. They were a flat black, just like his hair. In fact, most everything about him appeared dull, like an old statue that hadn't been cleaned in awhile. Still, his clothing was sharp, and he was neatly put together. "Why must I be Hugo?" The way he said it was more like an existential question, but really he just wanted to know why Pilot knew his name.

→ "Because I met Boy and when I asked him about werewolves he said "ask hugo he will know" and i asked him who you were and he told me you were the one that looked dark and very long and very narrow." Using the same motions boy had, he mimicked long and narrow with his hands, lifting them up to spread them side to side and then top to bottom. "And he said you'd look ver yserious and you seem to be all of thsoe things, so you must be Hugo."

→ Seeing Boy's motions on the human made his stomach jerk a little. Splaying his hand across his midsection, he looked down at it. It was rather like a child describing their parent and he could picture his progeny doing so. "Well then, I must be. You want to know about werewolves? I would think you should learn more about the clutches you're inside of first." Meaning vampires. He'd never understood how a human could give their blood willingly.

→ "I know enough about vampires, just what I want to know." And he didn't need to know anything else. "I would like to know if there are werewolves in Cold Water Flats and where I can find them." he leaned in just a little and he could tell that Hugo was hungry. "You could tell me and in exchange I will let you feed from me. Does that sound like a fair and even trade?"

→ Fair and even. Hugo mulled more over the turn of phrase than the actual offer. Looking exceedingly thoughtful, he was in danger of falling in on himself. Physically shaking his body to prevent that from happening, he snapped back to the here and now. "Who goes first? What if I take your blood and then lie to you about the werewolves? What if I tell you and you run away to get eaten by one of them instead?"

→ "You are much faster than I am, and I guess I would just have to take you at your word." Though he knew that vampires were crafty, but he didn't mind feeding them so even if Hugo lied he wouldn't be any worse off than he already was at the moment. "I will let you go first, so that you don't think i will try and run away before you get a chance to eat. And perhaps a full stomach will help persuade you to tell me about the wolves."

→ He liked very much how logical the boy seemed to be. It somehow made him more tangible, more real. Moving forward in a fluid motion, his limbs unfurled in a pattern of tentacle-like motions. Soon enough, those tentacles were weaving themselves into the spaces of Pilot's silohuette, their faces quite close now. "Why would anyone want to know about wolves anyway?" He spoke outloud, but inside he was wondering if bloodstains came out of green felt.

→ "Because I don't know very much about them." Just what his brother had told him, which wasn't much. Pilot was unphased by the way that Hugo wound around him and he shifted, making more space for him as he scooted himself a little closer. Unfolding his legs, he let his feet rest on the pool table so that his knees were resting on Hugo's thighs and he put his hands back so that if Hugo wanted to lean him back he could.

→ The cooperation was somewhat soothing. Hugo had a penchant for taking decrepit old homeless people. They were not willing, but they were rather pliable, overridden by apathy. But Pilot didn't smell like his usual prey and he certainly didn't look like it. He ground his teeth together slightly, a nervous habit. "Where did you come from?" Frowning suddenly as he tried to keep his eyes off of Pilot's neck.

→ where are they from before seattle?

→ Somewhere in California, I think

→ "Seattle." He wasn't going to bother mentioning his hometown because he didn't really consider himself part of that anymore. so he wasn't going to worry about it. Tipping his head back just a touch, he knew that Hugo wanted to feed from him and he wasn't going to stop him from doing so. "Where are you from?"

→ Seattle didn't explain it, but Hugo was all right with that. "I'm from around." Just the sort of jumbled answer that meant it didn't really matter. Biting down on Pilot's shoulder was more painful than biting his neck. Hugo liked the feel of muscles beneath his teeth, but it never bled very much. After a few seconds, he shifted his mouth higher, tapping into a better flow.

→ The bite on his shoulder made him whimper a little bit and his arm slackened slightly. When he moved higher to tap into his neck he tiled his head to the side so that there was moer of his neck exposed to him. One hand stayed braced against the pool table and the other came up to wrap around Hugo to keep the vampire close to him.

→ Not quite able to remember what felt good and what hurt, Hugo didn't make any effort to change the sensation his feeding caused. An aching burn was how someone had described it to him once--or maybe that was just a memory from one of his victims. He didn't take very much, but only because he had a strong will when it came to not killing. Pulling back, he didn't have a spot of mess on him. "There's a large pack here, on the other end of Cold Water, farther into the trees."

→ Frowning a little bit when he heard that, he tilted his head back and he wrapped his arms around him a little bit tighter. There was a fair bit of pain but he was doing a pretty good job of ignoring it. "Where are they at? Where can I find them?" asked him just wanting to know where he could find them because his brother had to be here.

→ Hugo's eyes kept steadily on the elongated neck of his current companion. It was tempting in ways he couldn't explain. But instead of succumbing to that temptation, he started to extricate himself from Pilot's body. "Take the highway south out of town--some miles down the road there is a turnoff. It's easy to miss, and you should try to miss it--but something tells me you won't. They won't feed off of you, they'll kill you." Werewolves, Hugo thought, were a stupid and brutish bunch--escpecially after the incident with Boy. "It's a dirt road, a winding one."

→ "How will I know that it's the right turn off?" He asked, wanting to be certain. He was going to go immediately if Hugo could tell him just exactly where the turn off was. He knew that this information wasn't what he'd bargained for but he wanted to know more, wanted to know as much as he could get out of Hugo so that he could find sterling.

→ Faris. Sterling is the ghost tour guy D

→ lmao sterling is their last name, or starling lmao

→ "I've never seen the turn off, I've only seen it sketched on a map. Bernadette's map. It's in her room." If anyone dared to go in and find it. Hugo had only seen it because Bernie had been working on it when they'd had a long discussion about nothing important. She knew well enough that Hugo couldn't be trusted with truely private information.

→ Untangling himself from Hugo then, Pilot was up off of the table and moving away from it so he could go and find Bernie. He put his hand to his shoulder and then against his neck to see how bad the blood flow was. He was only a little bit dizzy but nothing too bad at the moment so he thought he'd be all right to talk to her and then to head off to find the wolves.

→ Hugo watched him go, the taste of him still lingering against his teeth. Quietly, he got off of the table and followed. He didn't know if he intended to follow Pilot the whole way to Bernadette's room, but for the moment, he wanted to see what happened. Bernie was nowhere to be found though when they reached her quarters. She never locked the door though. "Are you going to go inside without her permission?" Hugo spoke finally after their long trek.

→ Looking around, he shrugged the one uninjured shoulder and he went into Bernie's room to look for the map. "Where was it when you saw it last?" he asked, wanting to look around for it quickly so he could study it and then leave. all he wanted was to find his brother and he was starting to get a little desperate now that he knew he was so close.

→ Sensing the eagerness in Pilot, Hugo felt a little like a vulture, waiting around to pick his bones clean when disaster struck. Standing right at the threshold, Hugo looked down at the invisible line that separated tresspassing from loitering. "In one of the books on the bookshelf." Stepping fully inside the room, he noticed how white and clean it was. "A brown one, old looking."

→ Moving to the book shelf, he started to look through the books until he found it. Once he had it he looked at it, studying it carefully. He didn't have a perfect memory or anything but he had enough of a memory that he could remember it for a few hours, as long as it took for him to get there.

→ Hugo looked over his shoulder. "Do you have a death wish?" Perfectly serious. "I'm sure Elgyn would kill you--save you the trouble of going there." Hugo had only had interactions with mutts. He assumed all of them were raving lunatics--though he was one to talk.

→ "There's three roads from the end of town to the winding road you were talking about. He followed it along his finger, trailing it forward and along the lines. "I think I've got it." he folded it up and he put the book back before he smiled over at him. "I have to go. It was very nice meeting you, Hugo." he ducked around him then, practically running as he left the room.

→ The smile was reward enough. Hugo could be very simple minded and easy to please. Waving him off like an old friend after a nice visit, Hugo shut Bernie's door behind him and made his way back to the pool table.