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A wind blew from nowhere, sharp and bitingly cold.

It stopped as suddenly as it appeared.

Marcus, if asked, would have called Ashdown 'pretty normal'. But this also was a man who thought that eating poptarts without toasting them was the intended way to eat them. Close, but not quite correct.

"Luck or a curse? Could have a whole debate about which is more real if you really think about it." Marcus thoughts curses were the more real of the two personally.
"The place is actually really great architecture wise. They got rid of the old interior sure, but the front is classic. Plus, when you cover up the past, it makes it all more curious as to what they were covering up to start wi-."
Julian's movement was seen and felt before Marcus's mind registered the sound the other man made, cold making him stop as a shiver ran down his back and had gooseflesh crawl up his arms.

Oh man.

OH
MAN

Julian was suddenly pressed against him, leaning even, and Marcus nearly fell backwards with the sudden weigh shift. Thankfully, they stayed upright, but not before his arm had wrapped around his date and pulled him just maybe a bit closer.
"Uh-" Looking down, they were close and this was very unexpected.
"You alright? I-" He licked his lips before gathering the courage to stop staring at Julian's face like it was the cutest thing he'd seen in weeks, "-You want to borrow my coat?"

Something creaked and groaned. A building giving underneath that strong chill wind that blew?

Perhaps.

It continued on for several seconds.

It may have, in fact, groaned and creaked out 'get on with it already'.

Julian already knew (though whether he'd fully accepted was another question) that in Ashdown, things like vampires and werewolves were real. For the most part, Leila and Eve and Lady had told him, all of these supernatural beings were still essentially human at their core and most likely would not hurt him on purpose. He also knew that ghosts were probably real. Marcus had confirmed that just a little while ago. However, he didn't know anything about ghosts past that. Were they ever malicious? Was one of them among them right now? Was that why the weird gust of wind and strange noises had just happened?

None of that seemed to be bothering the resident ghost expert much, and the sudden boldness he'd found in himself practically made Julian's own demeanor flip like a switch. Now he was wearing the arm embracing him like a prized accessory, and although his expression only ever seemed to change by nanometers there was something about it now that said yes, you dingus, this dude wants to bone you.

He leaned in with that vibrant look, stretched out a hand past the other's shoulder to brace himself on the wall behind them, and said, "But there might be ghosts watching. How do you feel about that?"

That voice was heady with hormones but also technically had a point, so it was impossible to tell just how serious he was being.

The wind blew again.

It sounded suspiciously like a cat call whistle and then, of course, another gust blew. This one was hard enough to push them both over.

On to each other.

In a rather intimate tangle of limbs.

He had just intended it to be something quick. A peck really. But like most things Marcus did, the kiss did not go as planned. It was longer than just a simple peck, was nice and well received but it ended with him on top of Julian on the floor.

Now, had this been in a place that was a) not public, and b) much more familiar, Marcus might not have minded it as much and just kept kissing. However, given that this wasn't his place and open to anyone who could walk in on them, he realized that them kissing on the ground was not a very good visual.

That and hearing that they had been seen given the whistle was embarrassing. He'd just fallen on top of Julian like an idiot. It felt like someone had pushed him but they were alone and-

Looking down at his companion, Marcus felt certainly a lot warmer himself, cheeks flush with color. "I did."
Lifting himself off, he offered a hand up.
"Think we got caught. Why, did you want to keep going?" He wasn't trying to even be slick, he was just wondering if maybe, he had just heard wrong. They were alone and his mind was known to play tricks on him.
"I mean, we.. could but it's up to you. I'm used to being watched." Just not in the context of while on a date. Usually when he was going on about illuminati or aliens.

It was in that small fraction of a moment that Marcus realized that what he was saying sounded right out of a cheesy romance novel from the dollar store.
"Oh wow I didn't mean like that just that um."

"Um." He stood awkwardly wondering how they had gone from innocent ghost tour to make out session.

They were done with the tour. 100% done. If not just because things had suddenly gotten a lot more intense than Marcus had ever expected, but, because he couldn't ignore the whole 'wind inside had knocked them over and whistled at them'.

"My car has heated seats." Because drafts and cold and so this was real and happening and Julian was asking to move kissing to a car.

His windows might not have been tinted, but he was pretty sure at this point neither of them would care all that much.