“. . . I need a mentor. Someone who can teach me to balance both of my lives. . .”
Hands anxiously fiddle with each other, jaws clenched.
“I don’t have anyone else to go to, Vlad. . . Please.”
@UndyingMonster 🕷: Ruh Roh Raggy, whatever will I do.
Anyways I’ll let you fade back into obscurity where you belong babes, you feed off ego and drama.
So I’m gonna move on and pray to god you starve.
@UndyingMonster 🕷: Oh word.
You come to harass more people, spout racial slurs or are you finally an adult?
Please tell me it’s not the latter, please.
“Dude it’s not my fault you chose to be all weird—.”
Grumbling once again, he transforms back to human before tossing her his shirt. Only to transform back.
“There.”
@UndergrowthGoth Danny had thought about it, sure.
He knew Sam trusted him, but did he? After everything Vlad had done; after all of the pain, the torment.
Could he trust him?
He. . . Could learn to try.
When he would wake up, he’d ask Sam to put the two in touch again.
Pinching at the bridge of his nose—, he exhales.
“God you remind me of Dash, but at least he’s doing something with his life now.
He’s helping protect the town.
You?
You’re just a leech.”