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Krel Ansell
She chuckled as he pantomimed being a vampire (or at least what muggles thought vampires were like when they weren't twinkling like diamonds and pouting moodily). "Oh no, and me without my garlic...."
And then he started fiddling with this cuff. Daisy felt bad that she didn't realize that Damien wasn't wearing his usual leather jacket, which was odd because the boy wore it even when it was 100 degrees outside. "Stressed...tense...overworked and underwhelmed..."
She sighed again and leaned back so her head was over the railing, brown hair hanging down. There were cracks in the ceiling of the bridge and the light twinkled through here and there. "I wake up sometimes - middle of the night. Feels like spiders are crawling all over me..."
He grinned at the comment about the garlic. Damien didn't know a thing about vampire;, other than coffins, wooden stakes, garlic and sunlight. "I happen to love garlic," he commented before another light chuckle.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he studied Daisy. The socially acceptable thing to do would ask for more information on the stress, tension, etc... But he didn't feel like being acceptable.
Damien shrugged his shoulders, at the spiders comment. "Well, that little guys on your arm seems to be making himself quite comfortable."