#donttouchtheimpala

@donttouchtheimpala

The day seemed to be going by smoothly thus far. Larc went through the motions as he often did, only this day he had a shadow. Given the recent attacks on students, Julian had convinced the academy to allow for a ‘body guard’ to follow his ‘son’ until the unrest was resolved. Most students and staff of the academy would simply see a handsome-though-intimidating man in a suit, assuming this to be one of the hired protection for the Delacroix boy. They had no idea the truth behind this man’s existence … but the consensus of the administrative staff was that even they felt a bit safer with the knowledge of some added protection around.

Larc had a routine, morning rituals and such. Betty always provided him a hearty breakfast--usually consisting of crepes and coffee--he brushed his teeth, dressed, took a few moments to himself in his conservatory, gathered his things and would join Craig in the man’s beloved racer green 1965 Ford Mustang. But as he neared the classic car, what he saw reminded him that Craig would not, in fact, be his driver today.

“Bonjour,” he murmured as he climbed into the passenger seat, sliding his bag between his legs as he closed the car door. “Just in case he forgot to tell you, Craig has one rule,” he explained while fastening his seatbelt. 

Ruby was exited for the full moon that night, knowing that she finally had a night free to run by herself. As she went about her duties in the diner that was the only thing she was able to think about. She glanced out of the window as the sound of an unfamiliar car came closer to the diner Ruby became excited to meet someone new. 

Her mouth hung open as the dark impala parked in front of the building. "Hot damn." She grinned and gazed out of the window, the car stealing her attention away from the customers. When the driver stepped out of the car she let out a faint squeak. 

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