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[americas_son]

There was one and only one thing about this that was lacking:

It wasn't a meal. It was barely a snack. And it definitely wasn't about eating.

Now it's well into nighttime, and Cal is hungry.

Time to go do something about that.

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[wonderhowyoutaste]

Sherlock is back at the car first. He leans against the passenger-side door, aware that he is echoing his better half's posture from earlier but unwilling to do anything about it.

[americas_son]

Cal pushes the body under the bench. It's unlikely that anyone will find it before they're well clear of the neighborhood, but just in case. Someone calling the cops a little too soon would make travel kind of a hassle.

He heads back to the car, flicking a brief glance at Sherlock as he pulls out his keys.

[wonderhowyoutaste]

"Did you eat well?" he inquires.

[americas_son]

"Yep."

Cal unlocks the car and gets in, waiting until the doors are closed before he says,

"I should've gotten here a few days ago, I'd've saved her parents a fortune in dentist bills."

[wonderhowyoutaste]

"Orthodontist," Sherlock corrects, smiling.

[americas_son]

"Whatever."

Cal shoves the key into the ignition.

[wonderhowyoutaste]

He shrugs.

[americas_son]

Cal resists the urge to peel out into the street, instead pulling out at a normal speed. But only to avoid drawing attention.

[wonderhowyoutaste]

Sherlock sits still and quiet in the passenger seat.

A vampire can manage still and quiet very, very well.

[americas_son]

Still is not an option when you're driving.

But Cal can do quiet.