The line falls here.

Be rude to yours 

Become your character’s enemy

Be willing to attack/fight yours in a plot

Develop a bromance or platonic relationship 

Have or receive UNreciprocated feelings with yours

Team up with your character against others

I really need people to follow. I really need some interaction before I loose the drive for this.

Then came the question. ‘Why should he trust him’. Another fair enough assessment. “One reason that I am different…?” he asked, his hands up a bit, almost as if to show that he had no weapons, but of course if this kid was smart, he’d know that he had no use for weapons.

"Just different, or one reason to be trusted?" the vampire laughed a bit, "Because there are a multitude of reasons that I am different, but there are no reasons you should trust me.”

"However, there are no reasons to explicitly distrust me either. You’ve never met me before, so you can’t know much about me, right? Not enough to know definitively whether to trust me or not. So it’s up to chance."

At least he didn’t try to bullshit an excuse. Or try to harm the kid in any way yet. Yet. He was still sort of debating it, but more in the casual way that one might debate whether to have chocolate or vanilla ice cream. He’d been bored, after all, not necessarily hungry.

Tess had almost slipped out an 'I'll just kill you' right after her last sentence but bit his tongue fast enough to spare. He had talked way into some shit too many times brush off. It was the daily grind, an expected thing from Tess among his small, noteworthy, friends. It was held over his head like the barrel of a gun--passed around the lips of fae kind like it was child's chatter; he could always talk himself in, but never talk his way out.

He couldn't afford to slip. He was a bit lucky as it was; with his sealed contract and gently used powers given by the fae. He had slipped up in front of so many people--lashed out a hundred times too many--and was still breathing through his own lungs.

This was all very risky, what he was doing. This was all very damning too his mind; the same one that was so trigger happy.

"You answer both statements; what makes you different and why I should trust you?" He snarls, "And you'll regret twisting my words around too, you giant fuck-up. So, don't do it."

This was risky; risky, as he saw it. He felt a vibe off this guy that he couldn't lace his fingers around but could tell he was entirely rotten; thirsty and up to no good. 

He considered killing him anyway, just as a thought under the surface. This was, despite his anger, brushed off to the deep ends of his mind just so he could keep himself from flinching.

He stood tall and looked him in the eye.

Ready? GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO