[yep. he has just read what he thought he'd read. he reads it again just to be sure. text is always a blessing, because after the reads, the re reads, and a bit of contemplative silence, he starts to laugh uncontrollably. it's not that he doubts the words - he's way past that now, and he tries to say it aloud - can't catch his breath, and when he does he looks at the small grey and white rat perched on his end table, points at his omni and wheezes out:
"he's a vampire."
the rat tilts her head and blinks.
breath found, mike deadpans:
"i'm texting a vampire on the omni. he's about two centuries old."
the rat (who does have a name, it's delmira, mike just doesn't know it) thinks about speaking back, but she's afraid that might just be a bit too much for him now. he doesn't know she can speak, hasn't yet figured out she's his omen. he's had a lot happen his first month here - so maybe let's not push it. she cleans her face and gives her best sympathetic "just a rat nothing to see here" look.]
Oh. How does that work? Does make the whole blood thing different for you? Vampire like Dracula, or more of a Lestat, or one of those new ones with the sparkling skin?
[sure, that's what you ask a roughly two hundred year old creature of the night, right?]
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"he's a vampire."
the rat tilts her head and blinks.
breath found, mike deadpans:
"i'm texting a vampire on the omni. he's about two centuries old."
the rat (who does have a name, it's delmira, mike just doesn't know it) thinks about speaking back, but she's afraid that might just be a bit too much for him now. he doesn't know she can speak, hasn't yet figured out she's his omen. he's had a lot happen his first month here - so maybe let's not push it. she cleans her face and gives her best sympathetic "just a rat nothing to see here" look.]
Oh. How does that work? Does make the whole blood thing different for you? Vampire like Dracula, or more of a Lestat, or one of those new ones with the sparkling skin?
[sure, that's what you ask a roughly two hundred year old creature of the night, right?]