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Nitro doesn't wanna admit it, but he misses the queer b*****d.

This place is too damn quiet. Having free reign of the house was fun at first, even if he was still stuck there like barnacle on the a** end of a ship. He sang (because who the ******** could hear him?), he danced (because again no one to watch him shake his a**), he played guitar (and who would've thought Balth would know he could let alone buy him one.)

But his blood supply is starting to wane some and he still can't use his powers and...Well he doesn't wanna admit it but he's lonely.

For once, the flirtatious and vulgar come-ons of his host wouldn't be met with so much disdain and gagging. Well, not as much. But even getting ogled by a flamboyantly bisexual bird would be better than this!

Propping his dirty feet on the couch, Nitro angrily bites into another blood filled cherry treat and glowers at the wall.

Where are you a*****e? Damnit, you don't get to do this s**t to me.