( stack watches. his own maker didn't have the time to tell him all there is to know about vampirism βΒ 'course he learned most of it anyway, through the hivemind. saw most of it, rather. learning's different. seeing's different too, and he offers armand an appraising look, sucking his teeth in a small offering of him being impressed. languidly, he stands up, dressed in a tucked in white (was white) tank tap, and a pair of fitted slacks. the rag is useless in cleaning up his hands, but he makes a show of it away, wiping himself down and tossing it on the remaining shrapnel of the dresser.
approaching, he gives armand's weird cat a curious look, possibly something he would've been apprehensive of before, one small lifetime ago. now, it just kind of suits him βΒ all eyes, and the kind of serene mannerisms that only come from someone perpetually on edge. )
Fledglings hungry as fuck?
( asked, while he bends at the waist, parting his mouth for the cigarette. )
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approaching, he gives armand's weird cat a curious look, possibly something he would've been apprehensive of before, one small lifetime ago. now, it just kind of suits him βΒ all eyes, and the kind of serene mannerisms that only come from someone perpetually on edge. )
Fledglings hungry as fuck?
( asked, while he bends at the waist, parting his mouth for the cigarette. )