tom 🐺 (beingtom) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-09-10 13:51:00 |
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Tom was in the best mood he'd been in, since he got here. He was having a good week. First he'd made new friends, had gone shopping, found some nice new clothes that made him look pretty good. And now there were vampires on the streets that he could hunt, and he'd missed that. It reminded him of his dad, it was his own odd way of honoring him. That's what they'd done growing up. Hunting vampires had practically been McNair's crusade, and Tom had softened lately but it was still when he felt closest to the man who'd raised him, who he'd lost. And it gave him something to do, took away any frustration he felt. He'd been getting lonely, sad, a bit wrapped up in longing and wishing and hunting, that just got it all out of him. He was back in his old clothes now, cargo shorts and a tank top and his vampire teeth necklace rattling around his neck with some new additions. He had a bottle of tequila in one hand and a couple of wooden stakes in the other, and a can of Morton salt in the side pocket of his shorts. He could smell the smoke before he even saw Peter, offering a grin over to him. "Hey," he greeted as he came up beside him. |