zephyr
Never let it be said that you pass up free shit. But of a magpie, aren't ya, Zeph? Oh, you could try to argue, but that attic of yours says volumes more than you could ever deny. So you shrug and take the ring from his palm, when he shakes your hand, slipping it onto your pinky and idly spinning it around. "Thanks." His hands are soft, and deathly cold- and you've already got your own suspicions as to why.
Suspicions that are confirmed when he replies with a fanged grin and a warm laugh, causing you to raise your brow wryly, your voice a languid drawl. "What, now? Seems a bit public, wouldn'cha say?" You've been bit before - by more than one Ascended - a d it's something of a private activity, in your experience. But if this is the game then far be it for you to refuse to play. You spread your hands, looking very pit-upon indeed. "Least buy me dinner first. A guy likes t'be romanced."
Suspicions that are confirmed when he replies with a fanged grin and a warm laugh, causing you to raise your brow wryly, your voice a languid drawl. "What, now? Seems a bit public, wouldn'cha say?" You've been bit before - by more than one Ascended - a d it's something of a private activity, in your experience. But if this is the game then far be it for you to refuse to play. You spread your hands, looking very pit-upon indeed. "Least buy me dinner first. A guy likes t'be romanced."
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
