don't forget to breathe tonight Who: Leif & Linnea Where: Hotel di Sei Ali When: Evening
The Hotel di Sei Ali. It had become something of a fact that Linnea did not text him - or, really, call him of her own accord at all - unless there was some kind of information that she felt she needed to pass on either through necessity or decorum. That was how Leif liked it. Receiving the equivalent of a flyer to his cell phone did not amuse. He took that to mean she was still pregnant, then, or else his sister was not in the business of sending victory texts. Pity. It might have saved him the whole 0.5 of a second it took to consider explaining to their mother just why he would not be welcome to join them at this grand opening as a member of the family. He decided against any explanation whatsoever on the grounds that if the woman had not taken a long, hard look at her beloved family recently and could not come up with any theories herself, he was not going to be putting the neon signs up for her. They were already there and had been since he was small - she just didn't want to see them. Besides, he realised he had a strange aversion to quality family time recently. It might have had something to do with how Satu had given an object he had cursed to Linnea herself. Guilty? Not at all, he simply didn't want any of it rubbing off on him after he had engineered it to target water elementals. Leif did not want to be at the hotel party, though. Oh, he had dodged any kind of duty that he had never felt of attending with his family and gone more or less alone. The 'more or less' coming in because he had taken an employee's niece as a date. A nice enough girl once you could get past the fact she had around two braincells to rub together and really did voice everything she said. The latter - and her dress, or lack of one - was going to result in one rather full vampire. Most men would feel some degree of concerned about that, but Leif found himself hoping it merely happened earlier in the night rather than later, thus freeing him up for the rest of the event.
One hand pushing back his jacket to tuck into his pocket, Leif flashed an uncharacteristically warm smile at the spindle-legged red-head as he sent her back out to mingle. If you took 'mingle' to mean 'flirt' with the vampire who had been staring at her neck and nothing but her neck. He had already forbidden himself from laughing at that little scenario. His scotch paused an inch or so away from his face as he realised he couldn't remember the girl's last name. Does it matter? Does she? It would come to him. No doubt when it most definitely didn't matter.
The vampires were always utterly silent to Leif's mind. The number of them in the room was doing interesting things to his telepathy. Suddenly everyone else seemed much louder. For that reason alone, Leif was quite content to stay where he was and just listen. It was oddly easier to tell which thoughts were coming from who.