Thirty-seventh bite || Voice "He never gets off easy"

[wimpyvampire]

*A shaky voice comes onto the phone. Conrad is human again. He has no fang anymore, his skin is no longer pale, his reflection is visible and oh god he's human again.

He clears his throat.*

Well um. This Christmas thing here isn't too bad. *It's true. Conrad was glad to be able to open up the drapes in his house and take in the sunlight. But he's

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[bethebetterman]

Hah. What did you do?

[wimpyvampire]

I'm human again, Casimiro. B-But the thing is. I'm craving... blood.

[bethebetterman]

Never heard of that happening. Did you try eating human food yet? You probably just think you're craving blood after becomin' used to it.

And because i saw your post

[wimpyvampire]

Then why do I keep thinking of blood?! I've never thought about it THIS damn much!

--Ah what's that, hun? ... A package for me? *He's talking to his drone wife in the background before he sees what it is and shoos her out of the room*

Where the HELL did you get these?

[bethebetterman]

...Did you just call your drone wife "hun"? That's disgusting.

Heh. Secret.

[wimpyvampire]

Sh-Shut up.

...Well at least something you did actually helps this time around.

[bethebetterman]

That doesn't sound like a "thank you" to me.

[wimpyvampire]

...

Thanks.

[bethebetterman]

Heheh.

I notice you didn't get me anything.

[wimpyvampire]

I didn't think you'd get me anything in the first place!

[bethebetterman]

Got you a birthday present, didn't I?

[wimpyvampire]

What on earth would you want?

[bethebetterman]

I dunno, you figure it out. Better be somethin' good!

[wimpyvampire]

I have an idea. Just... gimme a week.

[bethebetterman]

A week? Tch... fine.

[wimpyvampire]

Yes. A week. I'm going to make something.