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Entry tags: | alec tyson, kosta st. clair |
Thread: Kosta and Alec
Who: Kosta St. Clair and Alec Tyson.
When: June 18th. Evening.
Where: Alec's house.
What: Sire and child time.
Rating: TBD.
Kosta snapped his notebook shut. The heavy black book was covered in various stakeboard stickers, and patches of white out with doodles over top. He tossed it down on his bed, and dropped the Bic pen he had been writing with on top before he slid off the bed. Kosta slid a bit too quickly and nearly fell over his own feet. His new speed, strength, reflexes - it was all a lot and he tended to be clumsy because of it.
Catching himself against the wall, he pushed upright and then slipped out of his room. Scuffing his feet against the floor as he walked, the teenaged vampire shuffled down the hall and then down the stairs, dressed in a pair of old, patched jeans and a gray t-shirt. A gray headband encircled his head.
He took a detour to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of blood from the fridge - Alec's mention of it had gotten his hunger up. His fangs dropped, and he bit into the bag like it was a mini sip. Funny thing, he had always liked the red ones. Now, not so much.
"Alec?" he called out as he shuffled from the kitchen and into the den.