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"I'm honestly trying to decide where to go to next. I thought about possibly going to Egypt but the weather there hasn't been exactly wonderful the last month. So," he said with a grin, looking over to the other. "I thought about going back to Italy and Rome. I know you have some time off coming up soon. Want to come with me? Explore a bit?"

There was a crash from down the hall, a squeak as Bash hit the ground, apparently having tripped over something. Shortly after there was the sound of Garfunkel’s excited dancing around him, thinking they were going to play. 

After a moment, he could be heard getting up, padding down the hallway quickly, the puppy right on his heels.

Skidding into the room, Bash looked up at the other with wide, startled eyes. 

He took a moment just to breathe, trying to calm his racing heart.

“There’s a spider in the bathroom.” He signed, gesturing in that direction. All this fuss over a spider barely the size of a quarter.

Caleb shouldn’t be out there already. He had spent another week in the hospitals, his blood got cleaned, over and over, just to make him feel better. His disease was rare and it weakened him. It wasn’t a good condition for what he did, but then, he probably would be dying from this disease one day, so being killed by a supernatural being wasn’t that bad of a fate in his eyes. He would keep fighting them, protecting those that couldn’t protect themselves. His body was aching, yet Caleb was moving fast, taking careful steps though. He had heard of vampire attacks and these creatures would notice him if he wasn’t careful. he could only hope that his disease was covering his scent some, maybe even confusing the vampires. He was carrying all the weapons needed while hiding some, a little bit away form the vampires, just trying to figure out how to approach them. The scent of blood was just heavy at the moment, having the hunter gag a little.

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Ryan smiled warmly as he took in the smell of the bakery just before the ovens turned on and he made the first batches of food for the day. He could smell the sourdough mother dough, he could smell all the sweets and different ingredients he used the day prior. To him, this smelled like home. This was where Ryan was the most comfortable. He walked in and locked the door behind him, carrying bags of ingredients with him. Ryan flicked on the lights and placed his bags on the counter before shrugging of his jacket.

While he got started with his day, Ryan got particularly excited. He was expecting a shipment of honey from his favorite vendor. Russel was a great beekeeper, and no other honey that Ryan had bought before him even came close to the sweet complexity of Russel’s honey. Well that... And the fact that Russel was incredibly attractive. But, that new honey wouldn’t come until later in the day.

After a couple hours, the bakery and cafe was full of delicious sounds and smells and the coffee was starting to brew. He took a deep breath before unlocking the door to let the first customers in. Ryan was also excited to see Merkel, who was also very attractive, who was one of his regular customers. It always made Ryan happy that Merkel enjoyed writing and felt safe to do so in his cafe.

“Wow–––third one this week. Unlucky you.”

HE’S SNIDE, the feline nature of his REARING its head as he perches at the edge of the building, CAT EARS donning his head as he cocks his neck to the SIDE a bit, studying the person down below. 

VIGILANTE JUSTICE was his business these days but he’d often MASK IT as vendettas he held against people who has a SPECIAL knack for pushing his buttons. HE WASN’T A HERO, but now he had a habit of PLAYING cat & mouse with the people HE STALKED through the dark streets of Hell’s Kitchen when all else failed to appease his BOREDOM.

Baby's head tilted, wrinkling their nose at their reflection in the mirror along the wall of one of the halls of the club before pouting. "I feel gross, like I know I look good tonight? But I feel gross." Looking over to the other, the blonde frowned. "I look cute right?" Head to toe in sparkles - their Tinkerbell get up is what they decided to wear that night to the club -, Baby was second-guessing themselves. "He walked in and left. That has to mean something right?" They never had that happen before but the guy they were meeting that night had literally taken one look at them and walked right back out and was now avoiding Baby's texts. "I don't know, maybe you can be my date for the night. What d'ya say?"