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Dark WerePanther
Alekai listens to Yuni as he slowly continues to stir the mixture, noting how it's coming together into a thick, sweet-smelling mass. He thinks back after she mentions his control. Yes, the Queen had spent nearly every moment with him after the change, testing him and being sure he could grasp all of the concepts that went with this new twist in life. Or death, what have you. Alekai has always had remarkable control; even when he was a human teenager he was very obedient, almost flawlessly so, and never raised his voice or showed an excess of any emotion. Being a vampire is difficult at times though; it certainly isn't pleasant when he's in the middle of a conversation and is seized with a ravaging thirst. Then he has to hurriedly excuse himself from the conversation and dart out to hunt, lest he drain whomever he's speaking to, dry. Rather awkward during dinner parties, one might think. As slight consolation, the Queen had invited a slew of new vampires to dinner once shortly after the change, and they all went on a group hunt so Alekai wouldn't be embarrassed. They all had been thirsty and it was nice to know he wasn't alone, since Queen Stormy was well in control of her vampire side and has been for quite some time.
He flicks his hair away from his eyes with that barely perceptible twitch, and to his credit none falls into the bowl. Nope, no hair in these cookies. Even if one happened to fall, he'd catch it before it even came near their precious dough.
Angelo lets go of her hands, since he finds that humans naturally gesture a lot when they talk. He then curiously studies his own hands, which are large and clean, with relatively short nails that can grow out into lethally sharp and pointed claws. He continues to listen though, nods every once in awhile, and smiles widely at the mention of his Aunt Yuni's "scary" abilities. Which he knew little about, actually... Well, maybe he'd ask her someday. And an arsonist that ate nightmares.. now
that was interesting. How had a mere human encountered one of those, and manged to stay alive? The Prince actually misses the last part of what she said, a rare thing indeed that he unintentionally not hear a compliment, of all things. "Were you scared when you ran into this arsonist?" he inquired.
Yuni remembered when she was a lot younger and shorter, she had asked her late caretaker what it was like to be a vampire. He'd often joke about his thirst and that he couldn't handle too much of the sun, and how he should act more his age. But then he'd be nothing more than a pile of dust, so he'd get a pillow thrown to his head. Yuni grinned at the memory and got out a couple cookie sheets, spraying some of that butter-in-a-can stuff Katya told her about. "All righty then~ It's lookin' good! Whenever ya think the dough's ready, we'll put spoonfuls of it on the sheets." The petite teen explained while juggling a couple of said silverware idly, leaning back against the counter.
Well, Katya, your hide hath been saved by Angelo not hearing a specific tidbit of your rambling! That didn't mean her blush had gone away too soon, however. Then she was asked about her encounter with that little arsonist, to which she scratched the back of her head through her hat. "
I nearly peed myself... It was the scariest thing I've seen since my mother let me watch the movie IT at the age of eight..." The geek still deadpanned at her mother's parental error, but continued her little story with a small smile. "
But the arsonist told me her name, and we've been sorta friends ever since..." Katya pointed a thumb in the kitchen's general direction, referring to Yuni. "
I haven't had a nightmare in weeks..."
[ I have no idea where you got it from. Lawlz. ]
Alekai has one tray completed filled with evenly spaced, uniform little balls of cookie dough by the time she's done talking, then remembers they're supposed to be doing this together. Oops. He would've blushed, but is no longer capable of such a feat, so he tries looking sheepish. This also doesn't work, as it looks like a handsomely painful grimace. Not exactly what he was going for. So he stops, and simply says, "You can do the other one," and tosses his bangs out of his eyes again.
IT at the age of eight... riiiiggghhtttt.. Angelo says nothing. He doesn't watch movies much. And horror isn't his first pick anyhow. Oh, so they were acquainted. That was nice. He figured the arsonist had followed her home and tried to burn the slightly hapless girl to a crisp, and by some miracle she had survived, but that didn't seem to be the case. Not at all. And it seemed that, low and behold, he knew the arsonist himself. "Oh, you mean my Aunt Yuni!?" He couldn't keep the surprise from his voice, and so didn't bother trying. Curiouser and curiouser. He had never known she could eat nightmares. Well, one learned something new every day, he's finding.
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