Sigh. She's gonna clean up the coffee spill.

Pouring two cups of coffee. One for herself, one for the reader!

Of course not! That's joy! She's very quiet. Even her laughter. But with his hearing, he'll hear it anyway so that works out well!

Exactly! Hopefully the vampire things don't involve screaming, though. She has sensitive ears.

Does alien things nearby. This is what they call parallel play.

Yeah. I would. Why would that upset me?

Amir might be getting bumped up in the companions ranking. Cassie is still number two, though. He'd be a solid third place!

It's just *stuff.*

What? No! Just... why would *that* be bad?

... ... ... Explain?

Stealing is fun!

Tonight is a hot chocolate night. (Most nights are hot chocolate nights.)

━ ❤︎ for a starter, length may vary.

"... I guess. If we were talking about something that wasn't me, I would probably agree more readily."

"I..." She opened her eyes again, tilting her head like a curious puppy. "Some things are meant to be pretty to look at, though. Aren't they?"

She smiled a little. She tried not to think about her newest scar. She's particular about her appearance, after all, and it's on her face. But... "When you put it like that, it sounds pretty cool."

"I don't... I don't really remember, believe it or not. I just remember a loud noise. And then I woke up and my friends were... upset. They said..." She closed her eyes. One of her hands came up to press against her head, showing that there were similar golden scars ━

It's just... their way. You get used to it!

❝Memory is a monster. We forget, it doesn't.❞ ┃ #IWTVRP ━ Daniel Molloy. Two time Pulitzer prize winner. ━ Finally a vampire; adjusting... badly. ━ Trigger Warning! This account will have dark themes. ━ Writer and muse are 21+, MDNI.

"Not necessarily." Valerie blinked. Tilted her head. She looked like a confused puppy... If said confused puppy was also extremely concerned. "I don't mean me, miss. I just mean... others. Many people are friendly and kind, but many aren't."

"Because people can be cruel. And they could give you something that hurts you." She shrugged, zipping up her bag. She had planned to drink more, but she's changed her mind.

It really is. And then people look at Valerie like she's the idiot for refusing to deal with it. It's not even edible!

Money is just paper that people have an unhealthy attachment to. At least, that's what Valerie has learned.

"Of course!" She took another swig of her own, just as long and seemingly desperate, before she tucked the bottle safely back in her bag. "But, um... Miss? You should be careful asking strangers for food or drink." She says, like a hypocrite.

"Oh." She blinked in surprise. But then she pulled the bottle back out and held it out for the stranger to take. "Of course, miss."

Freezes when she notices she's not alone. Puts a bright grin on her face, shoving her bottle back in her bag. "Hello, miss! How can I help you?"

Digging a whiskey bottle out of her bag and taking a swig straight from it.

Hiding under a table, scribbling in her journal.

Okay! That's fine! Y'know what? I think we're gonna get along.

No humans... Huh. The humans I know would *not* trust anyone else with that sort of thing. Do you wanna tell me the whole story? I've been told that I'm a good listener.

Okay. So, they made you and then they... they sent you to the other planet?

Do they specialize in... No, no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't ask you so many questions. That's rude. I think?

This whole 'not obeying people' thing is going poorly.

... No. No, I haven't. But, uh, I haven't heard of a lot of things!

*Well...* ... Your creators?

Huh. Funny. That's the same thing I'd say about Earth.

Ooh! Fascinating! And that's your home? Well, that's where you're from, I shouldn't presume you'd call it home.

Genna. . . Genna. . . I don't think I've heard of that one. Do you wanna tell me about it?

Depends when you're visiting. Your turn!

Hm? Uh... Earth? I guess?

<- Totally harmless!

Shoving three bottles of whiskey in her bag.

... Then, I guess we'll just have to take it as it comes.

Stage whispers: "He called me his friend!"

And how do we do that?