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[expectremorse]

[someone has been cooped up for the first two days of a five-day vampire toll. He no longer has the urge to eat things without provocation, but he's not happy about it either. Namely because

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[neuroticalson]

Favorite food? Lobster.

You're wrong about the first thing, though. About cutting down on things you like. Dad never did, and he's fine.

[expectremorse]

Never had it.

what'd your dad do for a living?

[neuroticalson]

Yeah, I didn't expect you to have.

Whatever he wanted.

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman is glad he's responding in all text. He'd be hissing and snarling right now.]

So a criminal.

Either that or a major league baseball player.

[neuroticalson]

Hot damn, you got me. Greatest baseball player to ever live.

Yes, a criminal. I prefer the term "person who takes what he deserves without letting the well-being of a bunch of loser dumbfucks influence his actions", but that is a little long.

[expectremorse]

So he deserves it because...what...he gives back to something? Gave you life?

[neuroticalson]

Giving me life was a huge bonus, but he deserves whatever he wanted because he fucking took it.

I suppose you're gonna say that any petty thief can take something, but it takes certain qualities to take something really big and hold onto it. Life's not about giving back. What'd most people ever do for me?

[expectremorse]

No.

I was going to say, he sounds unoriginal.

Incredibly un-fucking-original.

Listen kid. You think you're the only blessed son of a criminal who's shit doesn't stink? Get in line. They have schools for rare brats like you in New York. They end up senators and doctors and lawyers and their parents take whatever the fuck they want.

[neuroticalson]

Cool. So, how many of them own the entire city of New York? Or any city at all?

Not that my fellow criminals aren't pretty rad and all, but some of us are just better than others.

We had other ways to channel our creativity.

[expectremorse]

I hope your warden beats you regularly to channel hiscreativity.

[neuroticalson]

Naw, he just gives me video games and tries to have emotional chats.

What's your problem, buddy? You're an inmate too. You jealous of my style? Or my physique, chubby?

[expectremorse]

[He can't eat. Or stay in the sun or do anything and he spent two days in a cage. So Hoffman switches to video. Glowing eyes and fangs.]

Not really.

[neuroticalson]

What's up with you? This a flood that I missed?

[expectremorse]

I'm better then I was.

[He slips into being a monster with ease. You may be hot shit slick, but at any moment he could come after you and rip out your throat...]

[The thought is so strong that he grips the camera tightly. It shakes a bit and he vanishes for a moment.

Door. Locked.

Blood. Check. He has some now and stares the boy down.]

[neuroticalson]

That's not saying much, man.

[He's been here long enough to be used to stuff like this. He's glaring right now - and well, maybe a little surprised - but behind the ray-bans it's the same stoic expression as always.]

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman drains the blood in one fluid gulp before glaring at him right back.]

You want proof?
[He wants to be top dog. Revel in power.]