Re: Graveyard Date
Mao wasn’t the only one who had been reminded of the upcoming spooky season with the first hints of fall weather on the air lately. There were more people in the cemetery than usual, dumbasses looking for ghosts now joined the usual bums, and their presence annoyed him. He felt territorial of the place. They’d be easy enough to chase away, but for now he let them be, moving into the oldest parts of the cemetery to distance himself instead.
Here, the old tombstones were crooked slabs of dark slate carved with winged skull death heads and sorrowfully drooping weeping willows. Cryptic epitaphs were half hidden by weeds and rotting leaves. The ground was uneven with twisted tree roots here, broken gravestones there, and ominous sunken areas that made you wonder what exactly you were walking over. Mao traversed these obstacles easily, familiar now with just about every inch of the cemetery, and climbed his favorite monster of a tree to wait for Vaughn’s arrival.
It was not long before he heard the sound of clumsy walking, and his faintly glowing eyes picked out his friend’s silhouette on the way towards him. He grinned, unable to help himself, waiting until Vaughn was just below before leaping down from his perch to grab the man’s waist from behind with a growl that turned into a laugh before it was halfway out his throat.
“Gotcha!!” Mao pranced a step or two back to avoid any possible retaliation. His breath was warm and cinnamony, making it obvious that he had not waited for Vaughn before hitting the bottle. He wore his trademark oversized army jacket and a pair of slim pale jeans, ripped at the knees. Fingers wiggled as he spoke with an exaggerated Dracula accent. “Velcome...!”