Who: Bill and Sookie When: 10/19/13 Where: home What: hanging out Warnings: TBD
Bill didn't know that he cared that Eric was gone. He had to admit, if something was going to happen with him and Sookie now, it would be easier if Eric wasn't here. He knew that she had been with him for a long time back in Bon Temps, and technically, he'd been involved, too, but Bill hadn't ever stopped loving Sookie. Bill wasn't going to pressure her, but it was also nice that they were living together, too. Bill had blacked out all of his windows in his room, and he slept in a box, to be safe. It was the best way to make sure that he didn't get any sun.
He had just awakened, and he was in the living room, sipping from the bag of blood he'd gotten at the butcher's. He had been glad to have the suggestion. Bill flipped on the television, but he wasn't a big fan of it. He was old school, and preferred to read, or play checkers, anything along those lines. He had already gotten a few new things to read, he had gotten into Stephen King in the past couple years or so. He didn't know if he was going to try anyone else modern, but it didn't really matter. Bill settled on one of those decorating shows, he had gotten into them when he'd been renovating his place, and drank his blood.