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damien ardeleanu [ intro ] [ tag drop ] original vampire 1k+ years ( 29 ) owner of scarlet rose piercing & tattoo in sunnyside, residing in the house above the shop.
sabine dunbar [ intro ] [ tag drop ] familiar 26 years old veterinary student at university of los santos, currently lives in tsavo
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“damien if you say you don’t know what a bluebell is…” kalea started, feigning a teasingly threatening expression before he continued. laughter fell from her lips at his mention of a massive arm piece, imagining herself with that sort of work done. “me? you do see who you’re talking to right? i feel like i’m the last person anyone would think to get something like that-but on the other hand…” she nearly started laughing at the imagery before listening to damien’s ideas, nodding along so he knew she heard him. there was a reason she went to him for her ink, he knew what he was talking about. a softer laugh escaped her this time. “i’ll have to show you sometime, it’s a mixture of stuff really. mostly acrylic for the medium, but i do landscapes, sometimes abstracted and abstract pieces in general. a good portion’s been based off of pictures i took back when i lived in hawaii and when i traveled a bit with my dad. but i love your idea.” she thought for a minute before humming. “i’ll have to bring in some pictures and get your opinions, for what i could paint up for inspiration. because truly, this idea would look incredible. i can practically see it.”
“i know a lot of things, okay, but a bluebell?” damien merely mocked her teasing expression, essentially reverse uno-ing her with the same look. “yeah you. i know who i’m talking to. no, no, no, i know exactly what i’m talking about and who i’m talking to.” he smiled knowingly. just the idea of kalea’s art on her own body. who wouldn’t want that? it was beyond tempting, surely. he knew it, too. “and because you are the... artist, kind of, you’d get a discount since you basically created the piece. i’m just transferring it to your body.” he shrugged. “and hawaii? a whole sleeve of hawaiian imagery and scenery sounds fucking dope, dude.” damien beamed. “excellent. and like i said, discount included.”
kalea had never imagined she'd love living with someone as much as she did with sabine. though it didn't come off as too much of a surprise given how easily they'd gotten along when they'd met. it was why, the stress seemed to roll off her shoulders a little knowing she could relax when she got back to the shared space. a giggle escaped her at sabine's words, shoulders lifting in a light shrug. "hi-and it's the best kind of greasy too." shrugging off her jacket when the other woman took the bag from her, she listened to the possible viewing options for the evening before humming. "i vote we watch perfect match, you have me intrigued now. and you can catch me up with the good parts during the commercials if you'd prefer, instead of starting over? but i', also game for starting over if you aren't too far into it." kalea suggested, plucking a fry out with a grin. she'd somehow managed to wait until she got back before eating any. a miracle truly. "ugh right?! next time we have a casual girls night out, i say we go to the fry place."
kalea was just the person sab needed as as roomie. they were both university students, though working towards different degrees entirely, and both hard workers. and they both got along so well. considering sab was never quite fond of getting close to anyone after what had happened to her parents, it was pure destiny and pure luck that she and kalea just worked well together. "oh my god it's so much better than five guy's." she ate a fry and did a happy dance just to show off her joy. "yum. perfect match it is. oh girl come on this is netflix there are no commercials." at the very least, they could plate the fries. so, sab grabbed a large plate and dumped the fries right on it. "damn that is naughty as hell. oh well. if only we had shakes to be double naughty. but i digress. come!" she brought the plate over to the living area, which was pretty much two steps from the dining area, as it was small and all one room. sab set the plate on the coffee table and sat herself down on the couch. "so i didn't get far but francesca is the worst, we hate her. also what'd you do today?"
closed @vindlcated ( damien )
where : scarlett rose piercing & tattoo shop
for a family that lives as long as the ardeleanus have, one might perhaps wonder how is it that they not resolved their differences . that after roaming the earth for over a thousand years into the present day, they are still quite the dysfunctional family . of course, rhysand is not in denial — not entirely as to presume he has no hand in this. his particularly complicated relationship with his youngest brother, damien, begins the moment he discovers his parents are no longer alive. there’s no correct way to handle the multitude of responsibilities places on your shoulders as the head of the family . he’s made far more mistakes than he can count in this life or the next if death ever comes knocking at his door step, not something he ever intends to allow . they were the strongest, deadliest, and the resilient creatures alive , and in the head of the ardeleanu’s case the most determined. that’s where he’s gone wrong, attempting to lock away his siblings away from the world because he cannot bear lose them, he wants them by his side more than ever because their lives are long , but equally lonely . he’s come to understand that they do not appear to share his attachment not the depth of his at least but that was fine , he cannot make them understand . after all these years he doubts his siblings know him as well as they think . he’s not sure how he feels about that but it’s not his concern at the moment , so he does what he knows best and as his duty , and continues to watch over them where ever they may go .
damien is the one perhaps the most disappointed and the most rebellious of his younger ones , the first time rhy discovers this streak is shortly when they all awaken, puzzled and disturbed at what they’ve become and as they come to terms to what their father has done to them , and rhysand attempts to pick up the pieces his selfish, degenerate father leaves behind . he finds soon its not easy and the end result , damien runs away . that is a lifetime ago, but a time in his past that he can’t forget. his brother felt compelled to run away from him. it angers him but it hurts even him more. fast forward another handful of decades and his brother proved once more he is determined to do the entire opposite of what the head of the family may have wanted. a tattoo shop, that’s what his young brother wanted . it is exasperating as it is infuriating, but he knows better than to push him any further. anymore and rhys is sure he will lose him entirely.
when the original vampire arrives at the stop, he can’t refrain himself as his eyes scrutinize the place, as is in his nature he does look down upon it . he’s an old soul , much more than his siblings after all he’s 35 when his transformation occurs, now forever frozen at this age, and though physically he will look as he has always, his mind sure feels that one that has lived too long. some habits died hard and his refined lifestyle since their birth into nobility will never leave rhysand. when his coal black eyes land on the younger ardeleanu, they soften perhaps only briefly but not enough for the other to see . his nose turned up slightly at the ghastly things to humans and others did to themselves . more so alarming that his brother enjoyed this as a work and a hobby, “i will never understand your fascination with painting skin.” his voice is neutral but his brother can perhaps detect the haughty air that encompasses his words. “you are gifted , yet it baffles me this is how you wish to utilize your talents” looking at his brother was like looking into the mirror ; the same raven hair, same strong features, the only difference is damien’s hazel orbs contrasts his own black ones .
sometimes, damien thinks about the past more than he should. it is such an uncomfortable, terrible feeling when one thinks of what they did, or couid’ve done differently and come to realize that again, there is no changing the past. the most haunting of his deeds come from when he massacred an entire village out of spite, and anger, due to the fight he’d had with his eldest brother. he remembered just after, when the rage left him, and he ended up in a forest by a creek and couldn’t for the life of him wipe the blood off his hands or face as easily as he had hoped. leaving his siblings to clean the mess up was at best satisfying but at what cost? his own morals were tarnished. he’d done a decent job since the curse took over him to not be an absolute monster, until that moment. and yet, never again did he do such a thing. still, it was his darkest hour and it continues to haunt damien to this day.
it was a rather relaxing day. tattoo needles sounded. damien didn’t have a client until later. someone was getting their belly button pierced. he let his norwegian forest cat, emmy, roam around the shop freely. she hoped onto the welcome desk where he was sat at, drawing another tattoo on his ipad, and he pet her gently. that was when he got the familiar whiff of family. he froze and swallowed hard, sitting up straight but trying not to seem as tense as he felt. the scent grew stronger, and stronger, and damien kept his head down as he tried to keep drawing this tattoo. then, the bell dinged as the door opened.
damien exhaled deeply, not bothering with the cordial greeting for his brother quite yet. he looked up from his ipad and rolled his eyes. of course the very first thing that came out of rhys’ mouth was some form of judgment. damien clenched his jaw and set the ipad down. “okay, rhys.” he said, monotonous, wanting this encounter to be over already if it was just going to be full of backhanded compliments and elitist judgment. damien’s eyes widened as he looked away, just because rhys miraculously continued to belittle it all. no, ignore all the plaques on the wall of awards won for artistry and customer service. ignore that this shop has been going on for forty years. no it’s still apparently beneath him so none of that matters. “okay, so were you gonna say anything else that was useful or continue to shit on my trade and the establishment that i’ve been running for forty years despite the fact that i am very happy? ‘cause if you were gonna keep riding that horse i don’t... care to continue this conversation, rhys. as... annoying as it is that you are here,” he said, rolling his eyes and meeting his. “i’m more than happy to connect again... as long as you’re not a fucking dick about it.”
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Her curiosity always amused him in a way a parent might regard a child fondly. She was earnest in it. Arthur sets aside the novel in question and laughs a little as he rises from his seat. “Well, when the newest shipment in happens to be popular YA stories one can’t deny curiosity as to what appeals to today’s youth.”
Arthur hums, nodding along as he leads the way. Constance is busy with an armful of Wicked, Cinder, and City of Bones by the look of it when he catches sight of her through the rows of shelves. “Sometimes romance is a lot of reused wants and desires too,” he says with a smile, sliding a few copies of Vampire Academy back into place from where they’d been shoved beside the scarce few Star Wars novels that survived. “If I had to choose a book? That’s cruel.” Thoughtfully he looks over the towering shelving stuffed full of books both new and old.
A laugh slips free under his breath once more. Victorian Era she says and there’s something akin to a fond roll of his eyes as he reaches up and finds an old leather bound tome embossed and inlaid with gold and scrawling text. “Here, it’s older than Victorian era and quite invaluable.” Placing the hefty tome in her hands, the wolf tilts his head and teases, “It might be a little dry for someone from the twenty-first century though.”
Le Morte d’Arthur is on the cover and helpfully he hands her another book, smaller and well worn; Merriam-Webster’s English to French Dictionary. “As far as favorites go, that one is a classic.”
there sabine was, eyeing every book he slid back into the shelves. she shook her head at vampire academy, solely due to the fact that it did entail an underage student with a teacher’s assistant—or something like that. star wars was a goodie, though sab had never read the book itself. “yes, if you had to choose a book. it may be cruel but it’ll tell a lot about your book taste and what you prioritize.”
sabine smiled when it seemed arthur found a book. “ooh leather. looks way too fancy to be here. oof!” she held her hands out for the book and damn was the book heavy. “is this a bible?” she asked, half joking. sab leaned against the shelves and looked at the cover, furrowing her brows. “isn’t your name arthur?” she asked, blinking at him. “not to fret, i know french, but merci. will come in handy. speaking is easier than reading. but i have to know...” she turned it over on its backside, then looked on the inside pages. “what’s this about specifically? why would i think it’s dry?”
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“Nah nah, don’t you worry darlin’ I’m just trying to get water from stone.” But Jonas didn’t mind in the least standing there waiting for the rest of his order if it meant a little company. His entrepreneurial woes weren’t enough to dampen his good mood if it meant spending a little time with a pretty lady. “Not impatient but plenty curious huh,” he teases and instead of answering he holds the cup out between them.
“Go on, have a taste. Maybe you’ll like it.”
As if Jonas wasn’t going to encourage someone trying out something new. It always seemed to lead somewhere unexpected and maybe she was something unexpected too. A tilt of his head and he’s smiling a little. “If you’re gonna say something like germs or something, I don’t mind seconds from a lovely lady.”
"alright, darlin’.” from where sab came from, calling others darling was more of a courtesy than anything but it didn’t often happen here, hence the warmer tint on her cheeks that appeared. “mhm, curious. definitely. i always ask people, honestly.” she grinned at the offer and took the cup from him. “lovely lady? hardly. but... thank you. kinda made my day.” she giggled, jutting the coffee cup out towards him in a silent cheers before taking a careful sip. sab knit her brows at the taste. it was a bit too bitter for her liking. “oh, what the fuck is that?” she laughed, handing it back. “i’ll have to pass on that one. i love my coffees super sweet. that was coffee, right?”
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“I don’t really need money,” Douglas replied with a slight tilt of his head, blissfully unaware of his privileged lifestyle. Her reaction to his suggestion caught him off guard, stuck starring at her with a puzzled look until she grabbed him to guide him to another aisle. He was curious, though, and listened to her ramble on after book after book until she finally paused to take a breath - and give her name. “Maybe they should hire you,” Douglas said, impressed by her extensive knowledge of fantasy novels. “I said I help the librarian, but I don’t necessarily handle the books. I just put them away if I’m killing some time,” he said, a nervous chuckle, “I think I probably have a thousand questions about everything you just told me, but it’s nice to meet you Sabine. I thought I’d try to help - but I guess I really needed your help. So you read these… for what? What do they help you to do?”
“well that’s... good for you.” sab said, knitting her brows at him. “if you don’t need money why don’t you let someone who does need money do this job instead?” she asked simply. sab wondered if this guy was completely fucking with her or if he really was just ignorant, but not purposefully so. she smiled a little and shrugged. “i wouldn’t mind working here but i’ve got a job and way too much on my plate as it is.” sab knit her brows and looked at him again, confused. “so... why help... with books, if you don’t read most books? or have knowledge of most popular books? doesn’t sound like books interest you that much other than the science stuff, which is fine, but. i mean, like i said, why help if you don’t read or know about most well-known books?” it’s a sincere question. “just because you wanna help? to kill time, as you said? like you’re bored? why don’t you try and read a story?” sabine gaped at his last question. “what do they help me to do? they... they’re stories. look,” she sighed. “you recommended me the art of war by sun tzu which if i’m correct is not a story. and then some botany books. this is a public library, people aren’t always coming here for something practical and technical. most people come for a story to read. stories are how we learn about humanity, even if it’s fantasy. you get to learn about the good people can do and the bad that they can do and how each story is vastly different from the one other one. you’ll see how love and hate and desire and fear and excitement all are portrayed in a gripping novel that has you at the edge of your seat. you meat characters, who are not real, but are so well written that you feel and sympathize for them and for their journey. you won’t get that in the books you just suggested to me. the life lessons for growth and sympathy and inspiration that comes from these books are what they help me achieve in life. they’re fun. they’re sad. they stay with me forever. and there’s different interpretations for many books too and that’s always fun, too, to just open your mind to other like meanings of what you just read. it’s like, what you learn in school to do, minus all the writing. in a story, you learn things, about life, about different kinds of lives, that math and science or anything practical can’t teach you”
sabine sighed out deeply. “here’s an example.” she hurried to a book she saw. “this book is called sadie and i read it. it was hard to read. deals with the story of a girl who goes missing and what happened to her is open-ended but also it leaves you with the assumption that she did not end up surviving. and it’s tragic, it teaches its readers lessons and makes them aware that things like this happens. but, it’s very well told. it’s a story.” sab placed the book back in its spot on the shelf. “and that’s realistic fiction, not even fantasy, but. you know. every genre has a good story. like!” she was getting excited. “you like botany or uh, uh, military? or um... anything with science? right there’s science fiction, but also...” she grabbed his hand and sprinted around, looking at the shelves and grabbed ‘the poppy war’. “this book, has a story, but has elements of what you seem to enjoy. because, the art of war is... basically a military thing about weapons and stuff right? or strategy? but! ok? this is a book that’s a bit fantasy and is basked off of the sino-japanese war and it has a story. i think...” sabine grinned brightly. “you would enjoy it.”
Location: Conservatory of Flowers When: Evening, (open to anyone)
The conservatory was usually filled with people during the day and she could certainly understand why, seeing the plant life and flowers through the windows of bright sunlight was always a breathtaking sight to be sure but Rikki was looking forward to seeing some sights that could only be seen during the night. On and off she had been going to check on the blooms, she was used to having the time on her own so when another set of footsteps caught her attention the familiar couldn’t help but put up her guard. “Late night stroll is it?” Taking a step back she couldn’t help but think about the missing around the city.
sabine thought the apartment looked rather dreary. it didn’t help that kalea and her’s pooled income went mostly to food and rent but it was what it was. at least some flowers just when spring was around the corner could help spruce up the place a bit. she thought, sure, why not just go take a peak the conservatory of flowers? she didn’t even know if the conservatory sold flowers or if it was just to appreciate the place. she came up to see through the windows some of the flowers blooming and they were quite stunning. though the woman close to her spoke and drew her attention away from the flowers. “oh, yeah. i know. i’m trying to get some flowers but i don’t think this place sells flowers?”
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“I mean, I already have a coral reef one, and a wave…” The last which she showed to the other, pulling up the hem of her right sleeve to showcase the wave tattoo on her inner wrist. “I was thinking maybe a bluebell one somewhere, or maybe something art inspired?” Kalea thought aloud to her companion, who she’d managed to rope into a conversation about her next possible ink design. “I’m not sure though, the options are limitless and I’m not fully settled on any one idea. What do you think? If you were going to get a tattoo, what are some ideas you’d have in mind?” She asked curiously. Maybe their thoughts could strike some inspiration for her. Bouncing ideas off of others had helped her in the past, whether they be related to her art or other areas in her life. This time being a prime example.
"what the fuck is a bluebell?" damien stated with furrowed eyebrows. "like a flower? look i'm off the clock right now so i'll do whatever you want but i think you need a massive upper arm piece." he flashed her a grin. he always enjoyed enticing people into bigger, bolder pieces if he could try. "if i was gonna get a tattoo i'd go big. right? and methodical. and art inspired, look. don't get water color 'cause it's not fun. looks messy and the colors always wash out after. and look—you love art, right? like love it? it's your whole thing in college, even. you need a piece that showcases beautiful art. like... what would you paint? or draw? i don't know what you do actually," damien softly laughed when he realized that. "right? like what inspires you? that could be... on your arm. or leg. or whatever. detailed and vibrant in a cool style. like you could literally create your own tattoo and i could put it on you. and that's so cool! right?"
location: the love you a latte cafe who: anyone !
it’s overcast today which usually meant an influx of orders. not that jonas was hurting for cash or work but it was a good gig running orders from the local cafe to people’s places when the weather got too bad. standing round at the front of the cafe, there’s a smile given by one of the baristas when they place a cup of coffee in front of him. something to help with the wait, they’d said.
“thanks again for this, our usual guy is out with a cold or something.”
jonas offers that practiced service smile. “no problem at all. I’ve been meaning to get a hold of your boss and see about making this a full-time arrangement. could be beneficial if she’s thinking about expanding to delivery and all on more than the stormy days.”
the barista chuckles, offers up a good luck with that he’s heard more times than he can count and leaves him to wait. it’s only when the door chimes does he look away and over his shoulder with a slight step to the side.
“ah - here let me get our of your way.”
"oh no, you're not in my way!" sab expressed happily. "maybe i'm in your way. i mean, aren't you in line? i can wait!" she stepped aside herself, leaving a gap between her and the other man since they had both made room for each other. "it's really no problem. i'm not impatient or anything. but... out of curiosity, what did you get?" she asked, noticing the coffee in front of him. sab always wondered what others got for coffee, just because usually if it was something funky, she'd end up ordering herself the same thing to give it a try.
Open Starter Where: Outside the glass slipper, day time.
Lilianna emerged from the nightclub in workout attire and her usual smile, sweating. Daytime practices have to be her favorite part of the day, she loved having the club to herself; aside from the bartenders or cleaning staff setting up for the night ahead.
Settling though, Lili was waiting for the bus now. "Maybe I need to teach a class or something, here. During the day. Bring business in? I wonder if the boss would be interested."
sabine didn't go by the strip club but she was on her way to the coffee place, which was in the same part of the city. she looked up just as someone stepped out of the club and she laughed softly. "for... exotic dancing? and like how much would it be 'cause i'm on a budget but i'd be so down to try it out for funsies. could add it to my repertoire of types of dances i can do."
Leo didn’t mean to twist Damien’s words “I’m sorry I meant the bad guys not innocent people…” he lowered his head down. he sighs feeling bad that he ha been ignoring his hearing. he knows better then to tune things out. but it made him feel better. so now he just has to work on his hearing sensitivity even though he hates it.
Leo wasn’t sure why he fought the big cat his killer instance just kicked in he wasn’t thinking at all. he gave Damien that panicked look again … his body slowly started to regenerate his skin and and putting all the cuts back into place. but he boy was still covered in blood. he flinched a bit when Damien touched his shoulder. his body still shaking from the sight he saw. even if its been a year the trauma still sticks like glue. “i saw a pool of the people i killed that night” he forced back some tears from falling off his face. he hates that he is remembering, it made him hate what he was.
“and the man who turned me… watching me, like it was some game. he looked down to the ground sighing wishing the flashbacks didn’t come in without warning. "i wanted to talk about it at the shop but i was afraid to mention it.” he gave a small glace to Damien. he was shaking still, he clenched his fist forcing himself to calm down. “my sire, his name is Daniel”
“oh. yeah. sorry, no that’s fair. definitely the bad guys.” damien chuckled. he smiled kindly at the younger vampire. the kid was going through a lot, he knew. “you can do this. trust me it’ll all pay off as long as you work on it and you’ll be so relieved once you can really control your senses better.”
damien looked at the frankly mauled feline and smirked. “instinct, i know. but knowing when to fight and not fight is... definitely the key to having control.” though when leo flinched at his touch, damien frowned, but quickly pulled his hand away. “oh.” he said softly, nodding slowly. “i see. it’s not fun to have those flashbacks. i get it.”
though the next bit of information, damien wasn’t prepared for. he was quiet, listening. “it’s okay, we can talk about it now, leo. whenever you want. that’s what i’m here for, after all.” he looked at leo, concerned with his shaking. he was clearly deeply affected by this, but the reason was all too clear once leo told him about his sire. his name. damien sighed out deeply and shook his head. he looked up at the sky and just... he was certain he could smell something familiar on leo and it was daniel. “daniel.” damien scoffed. “well. small world, isn’t it, then?” he looked at leo and crossed his arms over his chest. “i’m your sire’s sire, leo. you’re a vampiric descendent from me.” damien leaned against the tree and looked at him thoughtfully. “if he’s your sire, then... i completely understand... everything. he’s the fucking worst. he’s... i didn’t do things correctly with him.” damien sighed. “you met him today?”
status: closed @vindlcated
location: sabine & kalea’s place
“Okay so—” Kalea announced her entrance with, backpack on one shoulder and takeout bag in her other hand. “You know that place that has the fries you love? I may or may not have swung by there to grab us some dinner, extra fries of course.” She hummed playfully, dumping her bag off in a chair she passed by. Getting food after a successful day of deals gone well was a typical occurrence for her. She liked to celebrate the successes, it helped to remind her to keep going. What better way than to share that with her roommate? She searched until she found the other, gingerly holding the takeout bag up on display. “What do you think we should binge tonight? Or is there a new episode of something out?”
sabine adored kalea as a roommate. she was younger but they'd met in school and the two of them just clicked. easily. she looked up from the couch when kalea came in with food. her eyes lit up at the question and she turned to face her, grinning. "yeah? oh, kalea you are a doll. we do have potatoes here but i mean how could i ever say no to you getting me fries from that spot?" sab got up from the couch, perfect match shamelessly playing its messy drama on the tv. "i'm here—hi! oh i love. it smells so greasy." she giggled, taking the bag from her gleefully. "uh, well i started perfect match. which is... officially a guilty pleasure of mine. probably the best reality dating series... right now. i don't mind playing it from the start, it just started anyway. um. but like... what day is it? a new the last of us doesn't come until sunday so... i don't know. we could watch you. but i heard this season is a bit not awesome." sab brought the bag to the dinner table quaintly made for two, fishing out one of the fries for instant gratification. "ahhh, yeah, that's the stuff."
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Todd grinned. This girl was adorable in a way that was unassuming and he felt comfortable around it. He looked over his coffee cup and arched a brow with a laugh. “Yes it is. I work nights and have no soul so when I get off my shift I eat a donut or some kind of pastry to give myself an uninterrupted caffeine boost. But this place makes good flavored coffees if that’s more your thing. I tend to be an outlier.” He took a bite of his donut and chewed thoughtfully. “Yeah… I’ve noticed it’s kind of like Twilight on crack and considering how wild that was that’s saying something.” He wrinkled his nose in an odd approximation of Samantha’s nose wiggle on Bewitched. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, knowing that the one room apartment he’d been in since arriving in Los Santos was probably where he’d stay until moving on to the next place. “Can I buy you a coffee?” he asked, gesturing towards the menu. “I’d be more than happy to do it.”
“well i mean do any of us really have souls anymore?” sab asked with a small laugh. “mmm i do love flavored coffees. and this place is great. but i need to be cautious of my spending so no on that for now.” she laughed again. “shut up! it was literally on crack already. although i’d so watch a cracked out version of twilight, and also stoned. i think it’d be so funny. it’s a guilty pleasure of mine, those movies.” sabine beamed at todd, more than anything. “oh my goooddd,” she said in a sing song voice. “yesss of course you can buy me a coffee, why would i say no to that since you’re so kind and offering? wow. okay, yeah, no just um... a latte with extra foam and like two shots of caramel would so perfect for me if you don’t mind? how can i repay you?!”
“Fur babies count. I stand by that,” he agreed, trying to bite back a laugh. “I think I’d take better care of a dog or a bird than I would a kid so I’m glad for it.” He fell into step beside Damien and stretched. “Shouldn’t be too hard. If push comes to shove I can just smell my way home.” Just as he knew Damien was a vampire, he suspected that the vampire knew he was a werewolf so there was no sense trying to hide it, and he chuckled at his own joke. “I work the night shift except for two days a week and I usually use that to catch up on chores like laundry and shopping. I could probably work around that but I guess I haven’t found a reason to yet. What about you? What do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”
"definitely. glad we agree on that." damien softly laughed and tilted his head. "a bird? that's... not what i expected you to say. people usually say dog and/or cat, not dog and/or bird. do you want a bird? like one that talks back?" he asked, grinning, and feeling rather silly. "right, right, smell your way home. right. so you're not human?" was it dumb to keep playing dumb? perhaps. and perhaps even dumber because he was certain todd knew very well what he was. if he could smell todd out in the museum, why couldn't it be true if vice versa? "oh you could fill up your free days with having actual fun. me? well," he grinned. "i just tattoo people. all the time. and if i'm not i'm drawing. and if i'm not maybe i'll go walk around the place. i have friends, so. i like to visit them sometimes, if i can."
