07-14-2018, 11:30 AM
The human girl is not afraid, that in itself is interesting. Though Catheryn wouldn't say she enjoys being a terrifying creature of the night, she's more than used to people's responses to finding out her less-than-mortal species. Of course, most of her interactions with humans had occurred before San Creado, perhaps the residents here have just gotten used to seeing, and coexisting with, those who are decidedly not human. Catheryn wrinkles her nose at the smell of smoke, disliking the way it corrupts the lungs, even though her own are pretty much immune, it pains her to be reminded of how easily mortals crumble to the security of vices.
Her response is cut off by Rialto's voice, and when the boy appears, hooking his chin over her shoulder, Catheryn barely reacts, having long since gotten used to his unorthodox ways. Physically, they're almost identical, an irony if she'd ever heard one, for they could not be more different regarding everything else. She raises a single eyebrow at his phone, which is probably hanging on by a literal thread, then cracks a smirk at the fact that he's just tried to sell one of his many Etsy treats. It figures, what else had she expected.
"He jests," Catheryn assures Angelo, because in reality, neither of them have hunted humans for quite a long time, not when Marko constantly brings home six-packs of soda for free. It's just not worth the energy, to quietly stalk them until they pass a dark enough alley to swiftly and chastely pin them against a wall before having a drink. It does not do well to kill, leaving bodies means leaving a trail, and no vampires wants that, not when there are hunters around; no one wants trouble. "Unless you have a couple dollars to spare, we can take a trip to the supermarket." It's not open twenty-four hours, but Catheryn isn't opposed to breaking in and leaving the money in the cash register.
Alex's appearance causes her to sigh, especially at their antics; this is the reason why some of the humans here will never trust the vampire population, though why they still choose to live here, Catheryn will never know. She grins at Alex's comments, bracing herself for an argument to erupt between Rialto's never-ending loyalty to the trinkets he sells on Etsy and Alex's need to just butt into everyone's lives and say things that they know will upset them. Truly, she had left the house to avoid this, but maybe a brawl in the streets will be less noisy and more entertaining then a brawl at home in the living room.
She hip-checks Alex in response before turning back to Angelo and shaking her head once. "You don't want a phone scarf," Catheryn deadpans, more of a statement than a question, because cheating people out of their money online is practically a job, but getting Angelo to give Rialto cash for a piece of knitted yarn is probably a felony.
Her response is cut off by Rialto's voice, and when the boy appears, hooking his chin over her shoulder, Catheryn barely reacts, having long since gotten used to his unorthodox ways. Physically, they're almost identical, an irony if she'd ever heard one, for they could not be more different regarding everything else. She raises a single eyebrow at his phone, which is probably hanging on by a literal thread, then cracks a smirk at the fact that he's just tried to sell one of his many Etsy treats. It figures, what else had she expected.
"He jests," Catheryn assures Angelo, because in reality, neither of them have hunted humans for quite a long time, not when Marko constantly brings home six-packs of soda for free. It's just not worth the energy, to quietly stalk them until they pass a dark enough alley to swiftly and chastely pin them against a wall before having a drink. It does not do well to kill, leaving bodies means leaving a trail, and no vampires wants that, not when there are hunters around; no one wants trouble. "Unless you have a couple dollars to spare, we can take a trip to the supermarket." It's not open twenty-four hours, but Catheryn isn't opposed to breaking in and leaving the money in the cash register.
Alex's appearance causes her to sigh, especially at their antics; this is the reason why some of the humans here will never trust the vampire population, though why they still choose to live here, Catheryn will never know. She grins at Alex's comments, bracing herself for an argument to erupt between Rialto's never-ending loyalty to the trinkets he sells on Etsy and Alex's need to just butt into everyone's lives and say things that they know will upset them. Truly, she had left the house to avoid this, but maybe a brawl in the streets will be less noisy and more entertaining then a brawl at home in the living room.
She hip-checks Alex in response before turning back to Angelo and shaking her head once. "You don't want a phone scarf," Catheryn deadpans, more of a statement than a question, because cheating people out of their money online is practically a job, but getting Angelo to give Rialto cash for a piece of knitted yarn is probably a felony.
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