He thinks it with the full force of his consciousness, and he makes himself confront that he feels that way. He has been hauntingly beautiful, unnervingly perfect, stunningly attractive in a way that seemed too ideal to even bother engaging with. And he is those things, but he's never thought 'cute' before. It doesn't especially suit him, because he's wearing a costume, but the performance ads to the charm. Reality tips slightly. (To the north?) Armand came to a book signing just to mess with him. His level is messing with him has been playful. With claws, but still playful.
Daniel sets this aside to inspect. Not sure about it. He thinks of eyes on him, always on him, of quiet deep breaths in and hands splayed on the table, restless. He also thinks: That's a cool trick.
"I'll have to practice to get the hang of it," he says. Interested in vampirism, in the things they (he!) can potentially do. His gaze wants to tick down to the book Armand is holding, with its personalized ramble, but he refrains.
"Could also bring the FBI back." Daniel smiles, though, a funny little curious thing, because he suspects humor. Out of Armand. "Why, are you hungry?"
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He thinks it with the full force of his consciousness, and he makes himself confront that he feels that way. He has been hauntingly beautiful, unnervingly perfect, stunningly attractive in a way that seemed too ideal to even bother engaging with. And he is those things, but he's never thought 'cute' before. It doesn't especially suit him, because he's wearing a costume, but the performance ads to the charm. Reality tips slightly. (To the north?) Armand came to a book signing just to mess with him. His level is messing with him has been playful. With claws, but still playful.
Daniel sets this aside to inspect. Not sure about it. He thinks of eyes on him, always on him, of quiet deep breaths in and hands splayed on the table, restless. He also thinks: That's a cool trick.
"I'll have to practice to get the hang of it," he says. Interested in vampirism, in the things they (he!) can potentially do. His gaze wants to tick down to the book Armand is holding, with its personalized ramble, but he refrains.
"Could also bring the FBI back." Daniel smiles, though, a funny little curious thing, because he suspects humor. Out of Armand. "Why, are you hungry?"
Want to get, like.
A pizza.