Basaltine: Vampire Weft! I hear they're not allowing you AU bods out of here. I bringed bloodwine.
Vamp-Weft: That's tomato juice and vodka, but thanks for the thought.
Basaltine: I'm bored. Let's gossip. I heard something great about one of... *natter natter*
is this be Kansas?1?
Close enough. It's Hound City. Have some mulled wine.
woohoo! cheez plz!
Basaltine: I got Quirm cheese. Weft, want? It's got veins in it?
Vampire Weft: Um, I think I'm lactose intolerant.
Basaltine: You? *skeptical look*
*still happy*
Anyone want to plot out an adventure with me? I think I've learned my lesson from that time Cornelius let me go to steal that shiny amulet for Caliban and all those buildings ended up being burned down and the ground salted, which so completely wasn't ALL my fault. Anyway, I promise I'll be the professionalest vampire ever from now on.
Helmine? Xanthy? Please take me out somewhere?
Y'know... I... If you... o_O
meep ._.
The young lady is trying to tell you that you would be allowed out more if you weren't so envretch' irritating. She is lying. She just wants you to shut up. As do I.
Actually, you're more annoying than him. [mildly reproachfully, to Rige]
Is this supposed to fill me with despair and dismay? Am I, indeed, supposed to give a flying monkey? Purely out of academic interest.
Oh, I didn't expect you to care - well, maybe possibly with pride - but wanted to have it said.
Good. Because in order to care, I would have to rate your opinion more highly than, say, Helmine's. A photo finish, admittedly; but, being mortal to boot, you lose.