"Eh, you'd theenk I proposed to her," he echoed to a smirking friend from across the table, reminding himself to perhaps write her an owl of apology----wait, if this is what she just did to him, sending a poor innocent owl into the line of fire was just cruelty. The vampire rolled his baby blue eyes and winked half-heartedly in the direction of a beaming red-head. Why must she embed so hard on him? Nothing like that has ever happened since...no...no...shut up Nich. Bringing her up is just....pointless. He sighed, leaning forward and watching the odd girl with a samurai flare leave. She even looked like her....
He felt bad. He honestly did. Who was this kind of Nich anyway? An alter-ego denied air? |