Post by xBlackxAcex on May 24, 2021 2:48:35 GMT
“Nothing if he values his life.” Saint slipped his hands in his pockets. He was lenient with the creepy vamp for years since he proved he could keep his mouth shut, but his prior sly nose-diving was the last of his generosity. He settled it with money because the prick loved green paper, but he won’t tolerate another word from him, concerning Mira. “I don’t mind looking for another one.” He pulled the doors close, inserting the chain and lock back in place then leaving the warehouse.
They approached a corner store/pharmacy. “We’re going to get a few weird looks, but that’s not out of the ordinary around this time.” Holding the door open, a bell announced their entry as the two vamps stepped in. Fluorescent lights blasted his vision. “I would ask what type of blood you like, but I don’t think you have tasted enough to have a preference.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, glancing at the clerk at the counter. The clerk cocked their brow at the two and the state of their clothes but shook their head as they took folded bills from Saint. With a small cooler and white paper bag in hand, they walked to the apartment.
Fuck off. The pureblood shot the underling a dirty look, and the doorman received the wordless message well. Turning and tilting his chin away slightly, letting the pair pass without a scuffle. Saint kicked his shoes off at the door, placing their purchased items on the kitchen island. He lifted the cooler lid, taking out warm pouches of blood. He held up the bags. “Do you want to wash up first? I can keep your food warm until you’re done.”
They approached a corner store/pharmacy. “We’re going to get a few weird looks, but that’s not out of the ordinary around this time.” Holding the door open, a bell announced their entry as the two vamps stepped in. Fluorescent lights blasted his vision. “I would ask what type of blood you like, but I don’t think you have tasted enough to have a preference.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, glancing at the clerk at the counter. The clerk cocked their brow at the two and the state of their clothes but shook their head as they took folded bills from Saint. With a small cooler and white paper bag in hand, they walked to the apartment.
Fuck off. The pureblood shot the underling a dirty look, and the doorman received the wordless message well. Turning and tilting his chin away slightly, letting the pair pass without a scuffle. Saint kicked his shoes off at the door, placing their purchased items on the kitchen island. He lifted the cooler lid, taking out warm pouches of blood. He held up the bags. “Do you want to wash up first? I can keep your food warm until you’re done.”