Wade Jensen

As the door opened Felix perked up to see Wade there to greet him. He hopped past the guard and gave the professor a big hug instead of taking his hand. “Hello professor! Your house is so pretty!” he stated quickly not really caring about the guard, his whole focus on the professor.

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“Thank you,” Wade chuckled. He smiled a little bit, grabbing Felix’s hand, and dragging him inside. He ignored the guard, closing the door on him. He didn’t want to bother with pleasantries. He just wanted to spend time with Felix. That was all that was needed. 

“How are you?” he asked him, guiding him inside. “Would you like the tour? Would you like something to eat? Or would you just like to...hang out?” he asked him. He chuckled. “Whatever you want.” 

“Darling, you don’t know the half of it.” From walking to showering, it had been an interesting experience. Clara was just grateful that she’d not listened to the youth when it came to face recognition with her devices. She could not imagine how she would be able to function with even more difficulties than she already had. “I’m slowly managing though. You should see the new wardrobe that Arthur has from my attempts to use retail therapy to cope.” 

She came around the couch, taking a seat next to Wade. Folding the tall body onto the small couch was a rather comical sight. Perhaps she’d ask Wade for some tips on how he managed his own height. “You would have to find him first. I swear that man spends his life in study and work. I have to practically drag him from his study or shop.” Not that she was complaining. Occasionally she did get frustrated, but his dedication was something to be admired. “That would be wonderful, Wade. You have my thanks. I might have broken more than a few things in the kitchen.” 

Wade chuckled a little bit. “If you tell anyone this, I’ll deny it,” he told her. “But, I too, like to indulge in some retail therapy.” He winked at her and smirked a little bit. “I have so many hats, boots, flannels..” He admitted this and shook his head. “My point being, you wont’ get any judgment here,” he said. He chuckled a little bit.

“Busy man,” Wade noted with a nod. “But, don’t worry. I’m very patient,” he said. “Plus, it’ll be worth it. Because, if he’s important to you, then he’s important to me.” He smiled at her. Clara was one of the few people he’d do pretty much anything for. She was one of his closest and dearest friends. “Of course,” he told her, nodding. “We don’t need any kitchen catastrophes, after all.”

The fear made for a lovely little appetizer. It radiated from the guard who once believed himself to be above paying for the crime of treating the grant students as objects. Now he was reduced to little more than a vessel for Wade and Edmund to drink from. When the spell faded, he would have the memory of this moment to remind him that it was all worth it. 

Edmund viciously bit into the man’s neck. Normally he would take care when he drank not to spill a single drop, but this was more than a simple feeding. He grinned, bloody fangs showing as the blood trickled down the guard’s neck, watching for a moment as Wade took his fill from the other side. 

He didn’t do this nearly enough, Wade decided. He often watched himself so much, that he didn’t indulge. He decided in this moment, that he needed to fix that. He smirked a little as the two of them drank, locking eyes with the other man as he did so.