Role Reversals are Fun (Dual pup, OTA, tag esp anyone wanting to get nommed on a bit)
Elijah had slept most of the day, waking near sundown, which was highly unusual for him. He missed class, but he found he...didn't really care. Mostly, he was hungry. There was blood in the fridge and he knew where to find a human or two who didn't mind being snacks, but...that didn't really appeal. He was hungry. He wanted to hunt, wanted the chase and something fresh and different. It was practically burning in his blood--not the general ache that was always there, but a near sort of need.
If he were thinking clearly, he probably would have questioned it, but instead he questioned why he hadn't had enough blood the day, week, month before. Honestly, he'd been living like a monk.
Well, not anymore.
Dressed far more casually than was his wont (why all the ties in his closet, really?), in jeans, with no jacket or tie, and the black t-shirt he'd never bothered to give back to Damon, he headed out, roaming the streets, watching for people. As soon as Fangtasia opened, he'd be there, where he knew people would be, but until then...it was Friday evening. People were looking for a good time. He could work with that.
* * *
Damon, on the other hand, woke up rather early. Frowning around his room, he set about putting it in rather pristine order, picking up clothes he'd just left draped around like a maid was going to come totally pick up for him. That was just...incredibly rude, he thought.
When he was done cleaning and tidying, he looked around. There was a vague sense that he should call someone--he was a little lonely. But they probably all had plans. He should go into work, but the idea of the loudness and...sheer amount of sex and blood that reeked through Fangtasia didn't appeal, at all.
Instead, he made himself a cup of tea and curled up on his sofa with a book. If anyone wanted him, they knew where he lived.
[ooc: Feel free to meet Elijah anywhere--his room, out on the streets, at Fangtasia. Damon is totally playable, as well--but you might have to message him or come knock on his door to get him out and about. >.>]
If he were thinking clearly, he probably would have questioned it, but instead he questioned why he hadn't had enough blood the day, week, month before. Honestly, he'd been living like a monk.
Well, not anymore.
Dressed far more casually than was his wont (why all the ties in his closet, really?), in jeans, with no jacket or tie, and the black t-shirt he'd never bothered to give back to Damon, he headed out, roaming the streets, watching for people. As soon as Fangtasia opened, he'd be there, where he knew people would be, but until then...it was Friday evening. People were looking for a good time. He could work with that.
* * *
Damon, on the other hand, woke up rather early. Frowning around his room, he set about putting it in rather pristine order, picking up clothes he'd just left draped around like a maid was going to come totally pick up for him. That was just...incredibly rude, he thought.
When he was done cleaning and tidying, he looked around. There was a vague sense that he should call someone--he was a little lonely. But they probably all had plans. He should go into work, but the idea of the loudness and...sheer amount of sex and blood that reeked through Fangtasia didn't appeal, at all.
Instead, he made himself a cup of tea and curled up on his sofa with a book. If anyone wanted him, they knew where he lived.
[ooc: Feel free to meet Elijah anywhere--his room, out on the streets, at Fangtasia. Damon is totally playable, as well--but you might have to message him or come knock on his door to get him out and about. >.>]