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Eric was walking aimlessly through the old town, uncharacteristically paying not a bit of attention to his surroundings, staring down at his feet beating the pavement, hands in his pockets.
Of course, someone had to bump into him at some point, and his fangs dropped, eyes flashing. "Watch where you're going," he snapped.
A clear enough sign he was not his usual self. He usually had more self control.