no , he will not turn you into a vampire . no , he does not turn into a bat. no garlic does not affect him. no , he does not glow or burn in the sun.
any more painfully ignorant questions?
he does occasionally .
he credits that to his unfortunate incarceration , to which we was recently freed from by a colleague of theirs it seems … akande ogundimu.
and they do both love a scandal—- don’t they? 💕
why haven’t they ever seen his fascinating countenance wandering through Oasis? he’d making a killing designating himself a minister of Life itself. ( literally ).
perhaps it would , albeit he hopes she doesn’t get an extracurricular ideas in that fascinating mind of hers.
… although the thought of two brilliant minds coming together to defy the odds of physics and physiology itself does sound rather — scandalous.
blue iris immediately slides from irritated slit to amused glance.
oh, that was certainly something she could have a hand in. it could be fun, really—- the world’s first try at the vampiric fantasy being put under ( her ) metaphorical microscope.
a hint of a smirk formed, as if intrigued by their opposing expression, he’d take heed to their warning.
they may not be the source of his satiety but surely they’d know where he could find one , yes ?
those eyes better not come looking anywhere close to her.
though the doctor might stare back with a familiar crimson color, the starkly blue opposing iris is what screams the real warning.
she is just as blood sucking predator as he. not food.
a single digit rises to lower crimson stained shades. he’s in a rather annoying distasteful situation.
he’s a bit parched and looking for a source of relief from the burning ache of thirst in his throat.