| Subject: .:.I need a mental health day. *cries*.:. |
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Zeth
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Date Posted: 08:33:15 02/07/05 Mon
In reply to:
Deangelo
's message, "~life is worth a laugh anyway~" on 22:12:01 02/05/05 Sat
.:. Over the years Zeth had found two things he very much enjoyed. Fine food and women. Now, both are these are nice- but together they make out an entirely different enjoyable experience. Even before he’d been made a full blooded whatever the hell he was, he had enjoyed both of his favorite things nightly. Even now, having to depend on blood for his nourishment…he still ate fine cuisine. I mean, it had no particularly taste to him, no thrill anymore, but it was just the fact that he’d been doing it all his life. However, if his guests did want something of a bit more sodium tasting…they’d find what they wanted in the wet bar that had once been raided but Zeth’s little boy. “If cocoa isn’t your style- help yourself to a bar drink.” Directing his speech to Deangelo as he spoke, he let that be indicator enough that there was stored blood in packets similar to the hospitals. Actually, identical to the hospitals. I mean, where else do you suppose Zeth would get it? Hahaha.:.
.:.However, of things he didn’t like- he hated to be brushed off as Max had. Angered slightly, he refused to let it show….however, to people who were intently studying others at all times, the vixen at the counter, poised with cocoa in her head, would surely notice. Keeping his eyes from any other directly, he grabbed a mug and took a tiny sip. Alright, it was decent. Taking a cinnamon stick from a drawer. He dropped it in, twirling it around slightly to break the froth that had settled around the rim of the glass. Steam seeped up towards his face, warming it greatly as he neared his lips again. But Max spoke, asking him how Bri was. Burning his tongue slightly, he pulled back from the glass- forgetting about it for a moment. “She won’t say anything…” that’s all he could mutter. Perhaps it was time to go back and check on her and ensure she wasn’t again trying to drown herself. And besides, if Max wasn’t even going to be warm towards him, what else kept his focus in the front room? .:.
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