#troublesomecousin

"i don't know, will i?" yeah, this isn't the first time he's been told to shut up and it certainly wouldn't be the last. he can't help but give him a cheeky grin as he kicks his skateboard into his hand with one fluid movement. head tilts to the side, eyebrows lifting in amusement.

"what? you gonna make me?"

she can't help but giggle, rolling her eyes as she manages to put a bunch of fluorescent pink blacklight paint onto his hands, clapping them together. ( sure, it caused some droplets to spray on both of them but that just adds to the art, doesn't it? ) they're both getting ready to go to a rave, which was one of lenny's favorite activities. ( kevin needed to get out of the house anyways, get his mind off things. ) what a perfect time to paint each other with obnoxious blacklight body paint and take hallucinagenics about it?

❝ Can I have one of those? ❞ Violet gestured towards the pack of cigarettes they were about to stow away in their pocket. She wasn't sure how she would get a pack of her own. She knew it wasn't like her parents would be willing to bring her a pack when they visited, if they would visit her. Who was she kidding? Her dad would come up here just to make sure she was going to the right psychological treatment. She had a gut feeling it would be because he was trying to prove to everyone what a good therapist he was, not a good father.

It was 10:37pm; the night was young and full of promise! After a recent feed, Rudy was feeling refreshed and better than he was hours ago. His head was clear, the fog gone, and his stomach no longer felt like somebody was repeatedly stabbing him from the inside out. Using a little mesmerism on a late shift garage worker allowed him to take what he needed without being overly greedy, leaving them dazed but not dead. He was no monster! They would never know what happened once they snapped out of it; there was barely even a scratch where his razor-sharp fangs pierced through warm flesh. He tried to be super careful not to make a huge mess, but, to his slight frustration, there were a few dark spots on his white tank top near the collar. It was covered up by his bomber jacket, though.

As The Clash crackled loudly through his tinny speakers, the Ford Escort rumbling along a winding road, Rudy sang along whilst drumming his palms against the steering wheel. His window was rolled down, the passing wind ruffling his brown curls and whipping them around in a frenzy, but those Ray-Bans remained firmly secured on the bridge of his nose. The white stripes in the centre of the road whirred past, his headlights illuminating them and every tree that blurred along the side of the road. An upcoming sign let him know that he was on the right road, but he'd studied the map in his glove box enough times to memorise exactly where to go, knowing that, somewhere coming up, there was a left turn he needed to take soon. But as he anticipated the new road, a lone figure walking along grabbed his attention, silhouetted by the bright lights.

How did they even end up here, in the middle of nowhere? The nearest bus stop was ages away. Rudy stopped singing, eyebrows pulling together in a curious frown. It took him less than a second to veer closer, already deciding to offer up a ride like any decent person should. That, and he was around in a decade where stranger danger was pretty much unheard of. As Erika eventually rolled to a stop, her front tyre bumped the curb and, as a result, his cassette tape briefly stuttered through a chorus. Rudy slapped his palm against the dashboard once, and there was a small silence before Joe Strummer resumed singing, the words sounding considerably louder before gradually settling back into a normal volume. Ugh, he'd just fixed it.

Leaning over his gear stick, Rudy rolled down the passenger window, which squeaked on its descent. Before he could speak, the other already started talking. It made him snort out a laugh, opening up his glove box to retrieve the map he was using, wildly wafting it around to show the other. "I'm sorted, mate! Brills." Stuffing it back inside, the vampire pushed down his sunglasses to reveal his brown eyes, staring directly at the stranger. He offered him a crooked grin. "But you look like a dumped date. Who broke your heart, chewed it, and spat it back out on the ground?"

Blair grins when he groans. It's funny to him. Moonbeam hadn't appreciated his puns. But Kevin did. One friendship point to Kevin-- and Blair was keeping track of things like that. He liked to keep track of things.

please know that this ask has caused me a lot of pain and suffering... thank you

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