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[sky_from_sea]

It's been a while since she's ventured anywhere in daylight, and even longer since she's looked like a person who belongs instead of one just waiting for a well-placed knife in the back

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[wither_wilt]

Salla is squatting outside the main entrance, smoking his last cigarette for a few hours. They don't let him smoke inside any more. Look, he didn't realize those were kids under 12, and come on! He started smoking at 11! What's the harm, man?

He has a scarf tangles around his neck and his favorite hat tipped (he thinks) rather rakishly over his eyes. Sunlight doesn't blind, but even with sunglasses, it gives him a headache after a few minutes. But he needs nicotine, damn it.

Suede leopard print is very sexy! Goes with everything!

[sky_from_sea]

Anna stops a few paces away, looking almost startled.

Almost.

"Salla? I didn't--hi."

[wither_wilt]

He tips his hat up slightly and grins at her.

"Yo."

"You cool, Anna?"

[sky_from_sea]

She considers this very carefully, nudging her sunglasses up her nose.

"I'm--I suppose it's an accurate enough description, at the moment."

She tries on a smile.

It kind of fits.

[wither_wilt]

He mouths 'accurate enough', shakes his head, and stands up. His bones creak as he stretches back out.

Cigarette stomped out, he waves closer and inside.

"Come on. I'll buy you a hamster kebab. They have honey glazed BBQ ones today! Mmmmm."

[sky_from_sea]

Anna's mouth twitches.

"For all that I drink blood, I used to be a vegetarian. But I could, I suppose, keep you company anyway?"

[wither_wilt]

"Hey, I only drink things with four legs and as big as my foot. Vegan vampires are cool with me."

Once they are inside, he tips his hat back further on his head and grins openly at every woman they pass.

[sky_from_sea]

Anna struggles to keep her smile under wraps.

Mostly.

"Size matters, with you?"

[wither_wilt]

He's busy flirting with the tiny, red headed Hamster Kiosk girl and getting his kebab, and it takes him a second to answer.

"If it's big enough to able to put up a fight, I think I'm required by nature's law to not even try."

He takes a big bite of hamster. Mmmmm! Better than squab!

"...and small things are less likely to bite me back. I'm PhD, not a great and powerful predator!"

[sky_from_sea]

"Ah, I see."

She smiles again, peaceably, and moves back so he can move past her.

"You make a telling point."

[wither_wilt]

He grins with a bit of fang. "That's why I was almost a professor."

"What about you, then? What were you before our honeymoon in blood sucking?"

[sky_from_sea]

"Before?"

She smiles faintly, flashing her own hint of too-sharp teeth.

"A poet."

Her voice goes wry.

"I was going for my MFA. In Boston."