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surprise is an understatement. her pupils are wide, her breath heavy, all of her body tense. " what the frick did you just —, " cutting self off, kyujin starts backing away from her old friend, slowly, as if not to enrage the feral animal he is further. it's good to note this is her first time seeing a dead body. " i'm gonna, i'm gon — you're— bye — . " back pressed against the door, fumbling with the handle.

muse :  mikah morningstar . he / him . bisexual . vampire . plot : mikah's still apart of the cult right now although he's growing use to his new punishment (being turned) and sent to recruit people . could be a stranger . could be an old friend . status : open to f/nb .

mikah sees the surprise on the other's face and he lets a sigh leave his lips. drags the cigarette away just enough so he can speak to them. "sorry about that, sweetheart. you weren't supposed to see that." the vampire steps over the deceased body and closer to the other. glances down and drags his shoe across concrete to attempt to clear it of blood. "i'm usually not so messy."

there's a far - away look in haruko's eyes. her mind and body working on auto - pilot or maybe she is fully aware of what she had just done. lost in her own mind, it is bugs who makes her focus, breath, eyes shift to look at her friend?'s hand. are they just friends or something more? perhaps a question for when there isn't a dead body lying at her feet. she takes bugs' hand, touch gentle as ever. " what are we going to do? "

muse :  moon yu-bin "bugs" . she / they . lesbian . tracker + non profit worker . plot : loosely inspired by this post except my muse catches your muse with blood on their hands after ki.lling someone . status : open to anyone . f if romantic.

"just . . . give me your hand. we can figure this out together." her eyes dart to the knife on the ground back to the other across from her. their hands stained with crimson, the air thick with metallic so strong yu-bin can almost taste it on her tongue. she holds her hand out for the other to take. holds back the instinct that tells bugs to run. get far away! you don't belong here! this was her friend and there had to be a reason for the dead body on the floor. "i'm your friend, right?"