#welabitchek

Oran slumped into the chair, tucked far into the corner of the tavern. These weekend forays into  trying to find his friend were going nowhere. The missing posters of similar faunus women were strewn in front of him, looking as if they had been folded and refolded dozens of times. His eyes shut as he leaned his head against the wall, only to crack open at the sound of shoes by his table.

“If you’re bringing beer, great, if not, I was here first, so I’m not moving.”

abyss watcher voice: did he step once in your snakes too?

"What's a vampire's favorite cocktail? --- A bloody mary."

A mixture of emotions went through him, anger, confusion and even the slightest bits of fear. How could someone act in such a way towards him? He had hoped that they could have discussed this together and come to some kind of agreement. But it seemed that, that wasn’t the case and it almost made him somewhat sad.

“I had hoped... That things could have turned out differently.” He muttered, his voice almost inaudible. He sighed before with a sudden movement pointing his spear at them. “If it’s a fight that you are seeking, I won’t be backing down!”

“ Went a - HEAD of myself, today. ”