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[In a random hallway somewhere in the more Western part of the Dressing Room, there's a Lavi leaned against the wall, shivering under a cold sweat. One glimpse at the gold eye, and it's obvious he's not a normal Lavi. A second glimpse at the sharp fangs, and it's obvious he's not very human.
Even supernatural entities can get sick from time to time. Between the lack of sleep and a small dose of dead-man's blood, and this one is extraordinarily sick for a vampire.
Sick enough that even with that elephant-memory of his, Lavi can't seem to recognize which part of the Dressing Room he's in, and so he's wandering aimlessly, hoping there's a familiar - or at least friendly - face to help him re-orient himself so he can find his room again.]
Tch. ... lost...?
[Just... slumping down to the floor and leaning against the wall now, pulling the hood low over his face. Someone will come along, right?]
[[Anyone can come laugh/poke/comfort him; he deserves it.]]
Even supernatural entities can get sick from time to time. Between the lack of sleep and a small dose of dead-man's blood, and this one is extraordinarily sick for a vampire.
Sick enough that even with that elephant-memory of his, Lavi can't seem to recognize which part of the Dressing Room he's in, and so he's wandering aimlessly, hoping there's a familiar - or at least friendly - face to help him re-orient himself so he can find his room again.]
Tch. ... lost...?
[Just... slumping down to the floor and leaning against the wall now, pulling the hood low over his face. Someone will come along, right?]
[[Anyone can come laugh/poke/comfort him; he deserves it.]]