Of course he has. Has moved like a ghost through Daniel's apartment, ignoring the overflowing mail, ably avoiding lurking alarm systems. He does not recall it in great detail, having not turned on any lights and skulked around with vampire vision. Opened this or that cabinet, inspected wall hangings and books and the overflowing storage closets, sat crossed legged on a patch of floor and contemplated destroying just everything in reach—
But he hadn't looked up, or if he had, maybe he just didn't remember. Now, as lamps cast warm light around, Armand's focus draws up to the ceiling. Blue skies, fluffy clouds, daytime and summer.
"Did you have that done after the fact?" is dry, not a real question. Vampire joke.
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Of course he has. Has moved like a ghost through Daniel's apartment, ignoring the overflowing mail, ably avoiding lurking alarm systems. He does not recall it in great detail, having not turned on any lights and skulked around with vampire vision. Opened this or that cabinet, inspected wall hangings and books and the overflowing storage closets, sat crossed legged on a patch of floor and contemplated destroying just everything in reach—
But he hadn't looked up, or if he had, maybe he just didn't remember. Now, as lamps cast warm light around, Armand's focus draws up to the ceiling. Blue skies, fluffy clouds, daytime and summer.
"Did you have that done after the fact?" is dry, not a real question. Vampire joke.