Personally, I can do without her.
1500+
YEARS OLD
played by
Maruzura
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| yes, i'm stuck in the middle with you | Victor finished his snack, dusting his hands off before putting them in his pockets. With the moon at its apex, even the darkest street corner was almost too well-lit for the vampire. Some low-rank vampires skittered after a mid-rank, jetting from the Regal Club rear exit. Someone must have had a good outing. Even before it had gotten denounced as a hideout for the now-vanquished Ghoul rebels, Victor wouldn't have been caught dead there.
He made his way towards the Ren Bar service entrance and straightened out his jacket. His gloved hand raised towards the door, ready to knock, but froze. Victor took a cigarette out of his breast pocket and held it between his teeth as he struck a match. The vampire tapped the cigarette against the side of the building, watching the ash drift to the pavestones below. Taking no more time for himself, he knocked three times.
"Maware." Victor rapped his knuckles on the door again before feeling at his neck. His voice had always carried an ounce of a rasp. He wasn't partial to it. "Takeout order. Put in for it two nights ago. You there?"
The vampire checked his watch, always worn on the underside of his wrist. He hoped Maware would be able to get the food to him while it was still warm this time. It all hinged upon how many customers, how many female customers, the Ren Bar had at the moment. Maybe there was time for another cigarette or two. Or another snack.
| and i'm wondering what it is i should do |
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