Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
Smelling the drugs, and the frustration, on the boy made Malakai groan softly. He was a wrapped present, flaunting the curve of his neck, the bare point of his wrist. Kai felt his fangs sprout from the sight, and he buried them on the inside of his lip, hoping the pain and the slight taste of blood would help.
They didn't.
As he walked past the boy, his hand deftly slipped out of his pocket, reaching into the boy's jacket pocket with a too-quick-to-see motion, to pull the little baggy out and drop it to the ground. Of course, hearing the sound, he stopped and crouched to pick it up.
"I think you dropped this," He focused on containing his accent, this time just enough to be foreign, not a foreigner.