Thirty -Fourth Bite || Action/Phone
*Conrad wakes up in time for work. The first thing he notices is the horrific sweater on his being. Excluding the bowtie of course. He was a regular tie man. When he goes to greet his family in the kitchen... he notes those trademark smiles. The smiles of drones. And his crazy amazon wife never called him 'dear', and his crazy fake son here never called him 'pops'.
They were droned.
So he was alone again in the house. It... felt awkward. Almost lonely as he sat through breakfast, even though he never really ate, due to what he was. He waves goodbye, awkwardly, to his family and heads out for work at the high school. Hopefully he hadn't missed too much.
When he heads inside the school, he moves to greet Seychelles, only to see that damn fucking drone smile on her face, and the words 'Mr. Achenleck' came out of her mouth. She always called him Conrad. And she kept walking past to her next class. The rest of the day, Conrad couldn't help but suddenly feel alone. His family was droned, and someone he... honestly cared about was droned.
Life was never easy for this failpire.*
*Conrad returns later on that night, feeling rather exhausted for once. He is greeted by his cat, Pratchett. Thankfully he hadn't changed as he rubs up against his owner's leg. The vampire retreats back to his room and picks up the phone. When he speaks, his voice isn't yelling, or annoyed. It just sounds tired.*
Heh. December already, huh? *he laughs weakly and grumbles* Damn this fucking sweater itches.
I guess I've been droned for longer than what I would expect. Missed a lot.
Filtered to Susan
Um... When you have time could you come over? It's kind of urgent.
They were droned.
So he was alone again in the house. It... felt awkward. Almost lonely as he sat through breakfast, even though he never really ate, due to what he was. He waves goodbye, awkwardly, to his family and heads out for work at the high school. Hopefully he hadn't missed too much.
When he heads inside the school, he moves to greet Seychelles, only to see that damn fucking drone smile on her face, and the words 'Mr. Achenleck' came out of her mouth. She always called him Conrad. And she kept walking past to her next class. The rest of the day, Conrad couldn't help but suddenly feel alone. His family was droned, and someone he... honestly cared about was droned.
Life was never easy for this failpire.*
*Conrad returns later on that night, feeling rather exhausted for once. He is greeted by his cat, Pratchett. Thankfully he hadn't changed as he rubs up against his owner's leg. The vampire retreats back to his room and picks up the phone. When he speaks, his voice isn't yelling, or annoyed. It just sounds tired.*
Heh. December already, huh? *he laughs weakly and grumbles* Damn this fucking sweater itches.
I guess I've been droned for longer than what I would expect. Missed a lot.
Filtered to Susan
Um... When you have time could you come over? It's kind of urgent.