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It had been a long night. Himchan had surprised even himself by staying out far later than he had expected. As much as he hated to admit it, staying out after the sun bid its farewell to the sky and left the moon to reign had become less difficult. His energy had even began to spike at certain points in the night. It alarmed him. The bite had altered him in more ways than he had thought of. It was changing him, and, frankly, it was unsettling. While he did not feel the urge to stay awake well into the wee hours of the morning, his tolerance for the night was substantially better, and that was something that made him feel less human, even if it was just minor.

Heart thundering in his chest, blood rushing through his ears, Himchan all but hurried into the condo complex. He had given the thought of being out in the dead of the night too much consideration, rendering him a bit more than nervous. Even if he was not a mere human anymore, there were still other creatures -- and hunters -- lurking about that would not think twice as they drained the life from him. Tapping the button for the elevator, he wanted nothing more than to lie in bed and sleep for the night, leaving those haunting ideas behind.

Ding! The doors to the elevator slid open, and he was quick to enter. He almost did not even take notice of the presence accompanying him now. Smoothing the front of his shirt, Himchan braced himself before straightened his body, eyes meeting the woman who was now in the elevator with him. When did she get here? He blinked, a strange sensation overcoming him. Wait.

He had not meant to stare, but he could feel an odd knot tying itself in his belly. The more he observed her features, the tighter it grew, until Himchan had to eventually avert his gaze. He was certain it was his ex, but how was he supposed to say anything? She had ruined everything, and Himchan could feel the familiar flames of anger licking at him.

Huffing, Himchan turned his head completely away from her general direction. He had nothing more to say to her; he had already gotten his revenge years ago. The thought of her repeatedly jamming her toes against hard surfaces and stepping into liquids while having socks on played in his mind, and Himchan could not fight the smirk growing at the corners of his lips. In the next moment, that smirk was swiftly swept from his face.

The light in the elevator dimmed, only a red emergency light overhead illuminating the small space. The movement had come to a halt. Himchan grit his teeth in anger, but, still, he refused to even acknowledge the woman, bitter resentment having grown inside of him for so long. It may have been immature considering how many years that had passed, but he felt that he had just reasons.

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Jiho had so many better things to do right now, according to him at least. He was angry, angrier than he had been for a long time. The stench of death radiated from the alley behind his residence, and it had been this way for over a month now. He was the first to notice the smell by a wide margin, but he didn’t see a point in taking action. The corpses weren’t his problem, so why would he bother? But they just kept coming in; more than half a dozen dead hunters had made their way through the dumpster next to his house. They were carried off each time after someone else noticed the smell, he wasn’t certain who, but no one even questioned let alone sought out the source of the bodies. So now, it was his problem.

In truth, the smell hardly bothered him, it was admittedly somewhat refreshing. Yet this had to be dealt with. There were people that knew where he lived, knew who he was. People who knew how he preferred the scent of rotting flesh, how he would leave meat out to decay in the sun before putting it between two slices of bread. People on his block were used to the smell of rotten meat, but this was too much. The last thing he needed was for someone to have suspicions, someone to call up DSEM and report a man-eating supernatural that was storing his kills in the alley behind his home to consume at a later date. He wasn’t about to give someone the chance to connect the dots and make that assumption. He didn’t even like the taste of human flesh. If he was going to be hunted down for a crime, he at least wanted it to be a crime he committed. The fact that the corpses were hunters made it even more concerning. Hunters were one thing; a hunter with a vendetta was something considerably worse.

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her fingernails tap a rhythm on the table. expression soft and amused as she watches the girl, eyes blinking slowly, languidly in her silence. she drags her eyes away from the other’s features to study her drink, the liquid staring back at her; it’s horrid taste, alcohol never having been something she was fond of. her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, teeth pressing into her lip before she returns full attention to the whining girl before her.

“if it happens too much,” tiffany muses, fingers wrapping around her glass. “then perhaps you should...cut back? it’s not healthy. it could have repercussions.” her shoulders lift in a shrug. she lifts her drink to her mouth and takes a small sip, the taste foul and disgusting but it doesn’t breach her features. she swipes her tongue over her mouth with a hum and sets her glass down. she pushes it gently towards the other with a small nod, a relinquish of the beverage. “it’s hard to know.” the female chooses her words carefully. “when it becomes...too much. it would depend on what your limits are. if they breach them or make you second guess your actions, i suppose that would mean it’s become too much.” a pause. a chuckle leaves her mouth. “or if it begins to change you. that’s a surefire sign.”

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The cafe is never extremely busy. In a way, Minsong considers that a blessing. He lives here, after all, and if there were too many people coming through he’s sure Yun and Joon would start running circles from some form of extroverted excitment. While he does love to see his dogs happy, he’d rather they not knock over all of furniture, so it’s better that the cafe stays at its slow and steady place.

On top of all that, he can admit that running this place blind is quite difficult. A lot of noise gets easily overwhelming for him- often to the point that he begins to find simple navigation a tad more difficult. Even with his near-memorization of the cafe’s layouts, things move around frequently. If it weren’t for his chains and the illusions he can use to hide them when he needs, he would likely trip over things when it’s rush hour. It just gets harder to concentrate with all this noise.

But right now, things are mostly calm. There are only a few people seated in the cafe. A younger man- human, sits in the corner on what Minsong can only assume is some sort of technology from the whirring sound that comes from it. He never did learn what that sort of thing was called or what exactly it was. He always just sort of imagines that they’re sitting in front of a fan. The young man ordered one of the more complex beverages and some cheesecake before seating himself in that far corner, and has since been there petting Ms. Lazer for several hours. Minsong doesn’t really care if it’s loitering. 

Then there’s a business woman who is likely tired from work. She’s taken multiple calls while drinking her black coffee and eating a sandwich. She’s brushed Joon off three or four times, but seems to have given up now. The dog is in her lap, after all. Minsong is glad, he loves to see his pets getting the love and attention they deserve- and not just from him.

Lastly there’s- well... The cat. Yes, a cat. She’s just laying on the main counter- basking in some moonlight like she owns the place. Typical cat behavior, Minsong would think, but it didn’t take him long to realize that this cat was, actually, not so much of a cat. While she smells and feels a bit like one, there’s something a bit too magical about her for him to buy that she’s just a normal cat or even just a changeling one like his dogs. No, thanks to the combination of her smell and the feeling he got when he ran a chain over her, he’s relatively sure that she’s... well... a vampire.

It’s night, so that shouldn’t be too much of a shock. He does leave his cafe often into the darker hours some days just for that particular sort of clientele. It’s just that she’s a cat and not particularlly buying anything that leaves him a tad baffled.  Kwang has been staring at her since she came in- completely still like he’s waiting for something, and Hei has occasionally made small leaps at the counter as though trying to join the vampire there. Minsong leans against the counter- tilting an ear a bit more toward the resting cat. At this point, he might as well try speaking to her.