#voltagehighs

"Allow me," he said, slapping the paper on the redhead's forehead. "There, this will cover the red mark that developed as you were sleeping on the clock."

“Yeh’re not even using them t’ see,” the vampire supposed he was an architect student when alive; not terribly fashion-driven. And this guy seemed very flashy, “Bah - personal space is fer the living t’ abide, clearly I’m a dead man walking with the shit I keep pulling.” 

Alastor continued to smile as if he were clueless. It looked like something that one of Mercurio’s plugs had thrown together; but significantly more stable - like it was made by some corporation. He could see the brand at the grip. Shinra -- just like most things. He paused at the offer of being struck with it, as if it were something being offered in sincerity -- and not to simply shut him up.