All the better to eat you with [OPEN!]

[gotmadskills]

WHO Conrad Ac Faith in Conrad's body
WHAT You know how Conrad doesn't eat people? Yeah, Faith doesn't have a problem with it and she's hungry
WHERE All around the city
WHEN Sunday night
NOTES/WARNINGS Likely violence, potential taking Conrad's body out for a spin in other ways, will update! Also, this is an open log, whoops for not mentioning that

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[neverpassive]

It was Sunday night and for Claire that meant two things! One she had a Bible group that met around 6 and two that once it started she snuck out the back and would go preach to the people who did need it...those damned pro-human groups.

She often found printed lists of Harker's, memorials set up to him and people still whispering his name like some secret chant. There was a rumor the Magistrate had him killed and the last post by him was a fake keeping his legacy alive as a martyr of sorts.

Claire tried to put these rumors to rest as best she could-- but no one really listened to the blond girl with the creature friends. She shuffled past the small crowds of people who were coming out to start filling the clubs and bars of the Bete Noire night, but stopped when she noted a familiar thick framed pair of glasses....

and blanched when she saw what else the vampire was wearing because what the hell"Hey! Hey, sorry ugh excuse me--! Conrad! Hey- stay right there!" Claire made her way straight towards him with a half smile. The other half

OH LORD this is going to be awful >D

[gotmadskills]

It took her a second to respond, on account of she was calling Conrad and that was something she was still getting used to--

Something about the girl brought her up cold, the whole...perky blonde thing. Something stirred, some kind of defensive reaction kind of like hate and kind of like fear and a little like envy slicing right under the surface like a shark.

Except...no. It faded quick, whatever that second of recognition was, once the girl got closer. Hands in her pockets nice and casual, her head weaved as she gave her the once-over. She wasn't up to anything, honest. "Yeah?"

[neverpassive]

"No lecture? That's a switch."

Claire was happy to see the vampire actually getting out, but a part of her...sank at the thought that his new behavior was somehow apart of that-thing-that-happened-which-she-does-not-discuss.

Her smile dropped into a frown for a moment, but she quickly picked it back up.

"What on Earth are you wearing though? Are you on some kinda job? Because uh-that's er... some leather going on there.

[gotmadskills]

"Yeah, 1989 called and took all its sweatervests back..." Conrad was generally pretty interested in figuring out how to be Conrad, maybe it'd make that itch behind the eyes go away. Some parts she could leave like the threads, but part of her wondered if maybe she should be paying more attention to figuring out the whole personal identity thing.

"Do I usually do a lecture?" That kind of matched up with what the other guy said, about how she was generally up in people's business and yelling all the time.

[neverpassive]

"Most of the time, yeah, but it is a nice switch."

Claire raised one light colored eyebrow at the mention of his vests. Didn't Conrad like that sort of style? She'd never heard him complain about it before...but maybe- maybe this was some of that girls doing.

Claire's brows furrowed together, "Conrad, I know you said you weren't-- but are you sure you aren't kinda trying to impress Faith? I mean- I get it and all but I uh...just wanted to er...clarify?"

[gotmadskills]

Faith.

That got a hard and fast reaction out of her, even if she couldn't really put her finger on it. Familiar and not all at the same time, but there was definitely something cutting right under the surface. Something like...

"Why the hell would I wanna impress Faith? I hate that bitch." It wasn't like she could get anything but a hazy lock in her head, but she had some pretty strong feelings that she was a mouthy backstabbing murdering ghetto rat who wasn't worth anything to anyone...screw that.

...possibly also a slut.

[neverpassive]

"You...you do?"

Claire's voice wavered somewhere between relief and total confusion. How did one go from sleeping with someone to hating their guts in just a few weeks?! Claire didn't know Faith personally, but even with her aversion to the girl...it seemed kinda harsh.

"I mean- yeah she seems kinda like a crazy person, but Conrad you did sleep with her. But- But girls are fragile! You should be nice to her at least!"

[gotmadskills]

"Did I?" That'd explain the whole slut-opinion angle. "Pretty sure she's nothin' like. And what would I wanna play nice for? Been there, done that, got the t-shirt..."

Pants. She...ended up with her pants? Something like that. It seemed a little familiar. "Not like she's the kinda girl who's good for more than a little wham bam, here's the door."