Open: Don't be scared we'll make it work

[tolife]

Who: Herbert West, Michael Morbius and others.
When: July 1st - July 31st
What: Both scientists getting settled in.
Where: Locations in starters
Warnings: Possibly some bad language, blood drinking in Michael's case.
Note: This will have multiple starter points and any warnings will update as needed.

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[doesnotsparkle]

A hangover would have been so much better. A hangover was something Michael Morbius had not had in ages, he never drank that much, not that it could hurt him if he did. No, it was the sun touching him making him want to go back to bed, but he needed to be up. This new world wouldn't stop just because he was a living vampire. This was another chance at a clean slate.

Though, he heard her heart beating before looking off in her direction. Those red eyes, did no favors to his stark white skin and messy black hair. No, he didn't smell of cigarettes and cheap whiskey, but he was pretty messy today. He could have tried harder, but, why bother? Martine was dead, he was in another world and not looking to impress.

"Sorry, if I disturbed you." If the door or window was open, he didn't care, he stayed leaning where he was but spoke it as soon as he saw her. He had a Grecian accent, but it sounded as tired as he looked. The undead should be sleeping, but he wasn't undead.

[breakfastattiffanys]

Blair keeps one window open, if only to welcome the smells of flower and coffee shops nearby. It's a nice reminder of home, even if it's some small familiarity. The man's voice catches her attention, unsurprisingly, sounding tired and worn. He's not really helping the idea he's hungover.

Great, so who exactly is she stuck near?

"It's fine." She isn't as familiar with Greek accents, so it passes her notice. "You live here too, right?"

[doesnotsparkle]

It was those same smells, and the need to try to be awake if he could, that had drug Michael from bed. Hungover was a better idea than sleepy vampire to him. Not that he knew she suspected him of being hungover.

"Yeah, I live here in number three." he answered, as he shifted against the rail to look her way. Again, wishing he'd brought his sunglasses with him. "I'm Michael Morbius. You?" He asked curiously. Best to know those around you if you can.