Infinite-Drift

The voice calls, sliding open the door of the apartment before shutting it behind them. Drift, and while yes it’s been a while she’s still roughly the same as always, black jacket, red shirt, white hair. Be that as it may they’ve come rather unannounced for a visit.

- @detective-drift

Scott's ears perked up in surprise when he heard Drift suddenly barging in through the door, walking out from the kitchen and into the living room where Drift was, a blood popsicle in his mouth. He smiled, taking it and holding said popsicle in his hand instead.

Taking the teasing in stride as she steps back outside of the threshold and makes show of knocking, door still wide open with a smile of their face. That particular rule only counts if it’s not someplace a vampire has a permanent invite to but Drift is perfectly happy to humor Scott.

Across the kitchen there's all the normal supplies for making cookies, along with a few other, less normal cookie supplies, like bottles of blood. While Avid has found out that he can eat human food now it still feels a bit off, plus he knows most of his guests are vampires or at least something similar.

Avid is wearing an apron (unnecessary? Absolutely, he's still making a mess. But cute? Yes.) And measuring out the dry ingredients before he starts actually mixing anything.

There's a few other groups also doing something similar. Why does Avid have enough supplies for multiple people to be making batches of cookies? Unimportant! All that matters is that everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.

“Avid! AvidAvidAvid!” She seems excited, grabbing his hand and squeezing before she’s hugging him. Drift was never very touchy but oh well, take what you can get.

“Hi! Hi hello, I got you something, bud”

- @detective-drift

Avid startles ever so slightly before also becoming excited, both because it's Drift and because she's excited. He hugs her back just kinda going with it.

"Hi hi hi Drifty!! Whatcha got for me??"

“Avid! AvidAvidAvid!” She seems excited, grabbing his hand and squeezing before she’s hugging him. Drift was never very touchy but oh well, take what you can get.

“Hi! Hi hello, I got you something, bud”

- @detective-drift

Avid startles ever so slightly before also becoming excited, both because it's Drift and because she's excited. He hugs her back just kinda going with it.

"Hi hi hi Drifty!! Whatcha got for me??"

“Can’t a detective be nervous anyways? I haven’t done anything like this in a while…” There’s honesty there, she really hasn’t. A detective in her field…

She thought staying alone would protect more people.

She knows that voice. The way the nickname sends a shiver down her spine is familiar in the best way. Quite naturally when the detective hears it she stops her pacing and turns towards the origin.

“No-no you couldn’t ever be late” The response comes quickly, Drift’s nerves on display. She really was worried the other wouldn’t come. But they’re here, and she’s worried over nothing.

“I missed you Drift.”

Stepping closer to the other, once they took her hand; she gently brought their hands up to kiss the back of their knuckles before focusing their gaze upon her once more.

“Can’t a detective be nervous anyways? I haven’t done anything like this in a while…” There’s honesty there, she really hasn’t. A detective in her field…

She thought staying alone would protect more people.

Drift sighs, she hadn’t responded to the last letter, she got nervous and then everything happened…really all she’s hoping is that Ria would still show up to the fountain. The fountain that Drift may or may not have spent some extra time decorating.

She did…she wanted it to look nice. Fairy lights strung from branches, lanterns with the candles inside flickering. The detective even managed to get similar looking purple flowers that she added to the garden.

It isn’t perfect, she never claimed to be a good landscaper, but it’s better than one would expect since she only had a week to put it together.

Oh! And the food!! Sure they couldn’t eat normal picnic food but she learned a few things when she was cooking with Scott. It’s much nicer than just raw meat and blood bottles.

Drift is dressed nicer as well, newly white hair falling loose for once against dark grey fabric of a button up she borrowed from Scott’s wardrobe.

And who she was here for.

Her expression softened and a small smile tugged at their lips. Filled with new resolve, she made her way out to the gardens; her gaze shifting around in surprise at how different it looked. It took her a moment before her eyes landed on the figure standing in front of the fountain. Blinking a bit as she took in their appearance, the first thing they noticed was that her hair... had changed. But even so... Drift was still Drift. No matter what form she took. They looked... really good. After looking her over, she slowly closed the distance before speaking up.

She knows that voice. The way the nickname sends a shiver down her spine is familiar in the best way. Quite naturally when the detective hears it she stops her pacing and turns towards the origin.

“No-no you couldn’t ever be late” The response comes quickly, Drift’s nerves on display. She really was worried the other wouldn’t come. But they’re here, and she’s worried over nothing.

He chuckled before approaching the door.

Keep it together, Scott is only trying to help. Keep it together because it’s meant to be a girls night and she shouldn’t be upset right now. At least Scott won’t let anything happen to her or Shelby… that’s what she should focus on.

Drift mumbles, walking next to Scott still before they get to wherever she’s being led.

Drift mutters, pulling her free arm up to hug herself. People are still capable of being like the ones in Oakhurst after all.

He sighed more to himself as he walked with Drift.

Drift mumbles, walking next to Scott still before they get to wherever she’s being led.