[The scent of blood had been enough to draw him, overpowering the scent of Toby herself, though they mingle together as he gets closer-- powerful, inhuman, but still tempting, still begging for someone to come along and drink her.
It'd be rude to refuse an invitation like that, wordless though it was.
He smirks as he approaches, hands sunken into his pockets.]
Quite the opposite. Let out in hopes that I'll be a little bad.
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It'd be rude to refuse an invitation like that, wordless though it was.
He smirks as he approaches, hands sunken into his pockets.]
Quite the opposite. Let out in hopes that I'll be a little bad.