07-16-2018, 06:19 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]♦ — oh, so calibe wouldn't be scared. that was good. marko didn't really bat an eye at the whole haunted house thing; yeah, maybe it was ghosts, but a likelier answer was a bunch of asshole kids wreaking havoc. after all, he would've probably done that in his later teens if, uh, he hadn't met vampires first. that certainly affected his life in a significant manner, morphing teenage shenanigans into actual illegal actions.
no his fault, for reference. it was entirely rialto's. what was her question?
well, that didn't exactly matter, because before he even really had a chance to process what she was asking, alexander showed up in his usual fashion. and by that, he meant that he had no clue how the other vamp could go out wearing so little. oh, and also he was being characteristically annoying in a measure that marko would never be able to match. "you know she's not, alex," he said, rolling his eyes despite the grin on his face. his taste in girls was hot dudes, so it must've been pretty clear from the get-go. "her name's calibe, she's a lost..."
soul was gonna be his next word, to which he was gonna follow up with a funny joke, but then the town's resident fatherly figure showed up. okay, maybe that was a lie, ezra only put in the effort to act like a dad when he wasn't fawning over plants. what was he asking, why were they out so late? or, maybe, so early? "premier bikin' times, ezzie," marko responded, a laugh that never really left in the first place returning to his voice. "why're you out, man? aren't you too old for that?" after all, he'd heard older vamps were demolished by the sun so much faster than himself.
now, then, what exactly did calibe ask him? if there was a library around? "library's two blocks south, three east. next to the li'l mall we got," he said simply, trying to push alex off of him in as subtle of a way as possible.
no his fault, for reference. it was entirely rialto's. what was her question?
well, that didn't exactly matter, because before he even really had a chance to process what she was asking, alexander showed up in his usual fashion. and by that, he meant that he had no clue how the other vamp could go out wearing so little. oh, and also he was being characteristically annoying in a measure that marko would never be able to match. "you know she's not, alex," he said, rolling his eyes despite the grin on his face. his taste in girls was hot dudes, so it must've been pretty clear from the get-go. "her name's calibe, she's a lost..."
soul was gonna be his next word, to which he was gonna follow up with a funny joke, but then the town's resident fatherly figure showed up. okay, maybe that was a lie, ezra only put in the effort to act like a dad when he wasn't fawning over plants. what was he asking, why were they out so late? or, maybe, so early? "premier bikin' times, ezzie," marko responded, a laugh that never really left in the first place returning to his voice. "why're you out, man? aren't you too old for that?" after all, he'd heard older vamps were demolished by the sun so much faster than himself.
now, then, what exactly did calibe ask him? if there was a library around? "library's two blocks south, three east. next to the li'l mall we got," he said simply, trying to push alex off of him in as subtle of a way as possible.
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