retrocity arcade, after hours
who: @retrospectral
It's not really hard for a vampire to get in somewhere they aren't wanted, so long as it's not a domicile or dwelling — that bit of magic has always tickled her, struck her as a somewhat gawping oversight on the behalf of whatever magic it was that created beings like her. But she'll take it where she gets it, at the end of the day;
She's dismissed Boy for the day, sent him home to take out his frustrated urges on himself probably; it's been nice, having an arm to lean on while she gets in touch with the times - but she's quite bored of him, because when she does allow him to speak, it's hard not to want Lana to come in and put her back in the forever box - so once she finds somebody who is nicer to look at, she might simply... swap models.
Tonight though, she's alone. Because between Viktoria and Francoise, she's simply dying to meet this woman who has simultaneously managed to incense and enrage her older sister and somehow still manage to be above ground. And there she is, coming out of the office in the empty arcade. Pretty, if older, and a little sad looking, and pathetic, but in the way that makes a Kitten cute. She wonders if Morgan Moss, by now, is more cat than kitten.
"Hello!" She says, loudly, to announce herself, sitting atop an arcade cabinet and sipping soda from a straw.
She moves - like a rush of smoke - up to Morgan, grabbing her so gently but so firmly by the shoulder, fangs hidden but teeth flashing in a grin. Be calm, I'm not anything but a curious friend.
