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Roman Godfrey (roman__godfrey) wrote in abaeterno_rpg,

Roman shook his head. "I understand that. My mother would protect me and I know she loved me, but I was well aware that she was protecting because I was hers, almost like a puppet. Your aunt sounds like a bitch, although she never brainwashed you, so whatever-." He nodded. "A book might be nice, also postcards. I've been trying to collect them, but I didn't get any from the last world."

Roman kissed her temple. "We are all used to hiding. Or most of us. It's not like werewolves and Upirs were a thing in my world. I understand having to come up with lies to covered up things that can't be explained. My sister is on the run, because she's been blamed for murders committed by a crazy werewolf. I get all of that Sabrina, but shit was always worse when we did it alone. Working together save our asses a few times. It's something that Peter never got. Don't make the same mistakes." It seems that the potion would be their first choice.

He laughed. "Only on this bus, we can say the shit we say and people go 'oh yeah, just like my parents'. Maybe that's part of the way it picks us. We're all so fucked up that we can only get better."