Doc Appointment #9
I think there's somethin' wrong with our resident failpire, folks. Fucker smiled at me when I waved at em at work earlier. He smiled. Hn.
[Man, it still bothered him. Conrad didn't like him, he made it very clear and with that in mind... why would he EVER smile at him? Especially like that. Like they were pals and Conrad was happy to see him. Something wasn't right.]
'Ey, Hanna, y'should go see what's up with Connie. He ain't much fer talkin' t'me on the phone after all. See what's eatin' him. [... and he'll stay on the phone for a while. And he's surprised to not hear from said redhead.]
... Hanna? [Huh, must be busy.] Eh, whatever. I got better shit t'worry 'bout than if the Fagpire hates me or not. Doesn't ruin my day a bit either way!
[Man, it still bothered him. Conrad didn't like him, he made it very clear and with that in mind... why would he EVER smile at him? Especially like that. Like they were pals and Conrad was happy to see him. Something wasn't right.]
'Ey, Hanna, y'should go see what's up with Connie. He ain't much fer talkin' t'me on the phone after all. See what's eatin' him. [... and he'll stay on the phone for a while. And he's surprised to not hear from said redhead.]
... Hanna? [Huh, must be busy.] Eh, whatever. I got better shit t'worry 'bout than if the Fagpire hates me or not. Doesn't ruin my day a bit either way!