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Tommy gave a sigh and rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand. The bat-man was straining them this night in the entertainment room, having decided against a movie for a change. With a groan, he stretched out his arms, long fingers splayed out...he could almost graze the books on the shelf nearby with them. He propped his hand-like feet up onto the table before picking up one of the many books scattered before him. A few Stephen King books lay off to the side, forgotten from about an hour ago. He had picked up "The Satanic Verses" by Salman Rushdie, a story about the founding of Islam...also about two main characters, one who turns into an angel...the other a goat-like demon.

The Bible, Dante's Inferno, and the Divine Comedy lay off to the side, closer to him.

Tommy rubbed his eyes once more, mostly to get the sleep out of them. He had only woken up an hour before. His head perked up as his radar-like ears noted the sound of the door opening...and what sounded like hooves walking inside. Hooves...? Not Gaius...don't think he's changed that much yet...but who else around here has hooves? He thinks to himself as he tries to place the sound.

As Stewart made his approach, Tommy casually looked over to see...well...a very developed islander. He had to be finished...a goat though? ...Holy s**t, the padre? Tommy blinked a few times, allowing a small smile to spread over hie face. He silently wondered how he must look to the goat-man...probably like the chupacabra.

"Evenin'" he said casually.

Tommy remembered that voice...sure it was a little different, but his ears could pick up damn near anything now. "Father Stewart! Heh, haven't seen you in a long time...but uh...I've been alright I suppose...ya'know, besides the obvious," he said with a wave of his long-fingered hand in a general manner.

"Heh, just some light reading," he says with a grin, hoping Stewart would recognize the book he was reading. Lessons on it were taught back in his Jesuit High School. "Usually just watch a bunch of movies in here...thought I'd give my mind a work-out though."

"Yeah, I was going for some classics tonight...and you don't get more of a classic than the biggest best-seller in the history of man, eh? Just reading through some of the books I enjoy though...Ezekie, Revelations, most of the New testament...Job...you know," he said with a nod, closing the Satanic Verses with a small bookmark. He also didn't want to bring up that book more than was needed...he wasn't sure just how sensitive the Father was to the subject.

"What're you doing up this lat though?" he said with a grin, "Thought I was one of the few nocturnals around here."

Tommy shrugged, "A movie always works...heh, it's not like we've got anywhere to be tomorrow morning...well...except for bed for me. I swear, this nocturnal life-style really cuts down on your social life..." he said as he trailed off.

His hand inched toward his left cargo pocket, questing for the packet of blood that was residing there. However, he willed himself not to pull it out...it tended to make others uncomfortable. "So how 'bout it? You up for a movie?"

"Yeah, tell me about it. Hell, I'm sharing a duplex with Victor right now...he uses the bed at night, me during the day..."

"Hmm? Oh sure, they've got almost anything you could imagine," he says while waving a foot/hand toward the racks of DvD's. "What kind of movie mood are you in?"

"Victor's a good guy, yeah...he's a bit new...think he's been through two changes or so. He got it in a bad way though..." Tommy said, shaking his head.

"Hmm...what's good..." he muttered to himself, going through his multiple levels of movie knowledge to find an appropriate one. "Well, an older one that's still great is "The Day the Earth Stood Still," but if you want something more contemporary...hmm...how 'bout...Donnie Darko?"

"His...his changes messed up...I think anyway. No way that could be deliberate...no way..." he said while shuddering slightly. That poor b*****d. He looks up with an exhallation of his breath toward Stewart. He personally loved the movie. But of course, he was a Behavioral Science major in college, so that made sense. He blinked a few times as Stewart seemed to be having trouble witht he DvD.

"Here, lemme do it. Heh, I've got a lot of practice with it," he said while crutching himself over on his arms toward Stewart.