Most times - I miss the voice that goes unheard

[apennyworth]

Alfred Pennyworth is out and about. He is dressed impeccably for a day out in the cold, and he is attempting to do some shopping. There's nothing essential to buy, at the moment, merely various things for projects he has waiting back at the hotel

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[oncekittentits]

When one lives in Chicago, one gets used to certain things happening. Crazy things, even.

However, that does not explainw hat is about to transpire.

"FUCK YEAH BATTLEMOOSE!" Kittentits yells, spurring on her Moose. She is currently riding her moose down the street. Luckily for Nikolas, she has the sense to make sure the moose does not run him over. However, the sudden braking of the moose upsets her, and the cup of blood she was holding flies towards him.

Enjoy your incredibly dumb vampire, Nikolas.

[swallowmyblood]

There is blood on his shoes.

This is not one of those things that's never happened before (the blood on the shoes, not the spilling and the moose...etc.), but it's certainly an annoyance.

His eyes lift up slowly from his shoes to the female on the moose. He stares for several moments, then bends his knees just enough to lean over and pick up the now-empty cup with two fingers.

He holds it out to her, his face completely blank. "Are you inebriated or simply insane?"

Aww. He's being nice (sort of...or maybe, not really). He is still in a fairly good mood though.

So, unless the moose takes a shit right now, he's going to stay relatively polite (for him).

[oncekittentits]

"Fuck, I dunno, shit," Kittentits says, rolling her eyes. She licks her lips, looking down at his shoes. That was supposed to be lunch, that was supposed to be lunch and she's hungry. This is so not fair. Apparently it's one of the problems with travel by moose. She will have to try and remember that. Of course, she doesn't remember anything, but that's far beyond the point. "Wait, no, fuck, we'll have to fucking go with insane."

She gets off of her moose, taking a step towards him, reaching out her hand for her cup. "Fuck, can I fucking have my fucking cup please? I fucking need that."

[swallowmyblood]

All right.

Nikolas is not particularly fond of the insane, but he does enjoy the occasional dash of straightforwardness.

The cup is, of course, all hers for the taking. He hands it over. "Naturally. I have no need for a dirty cup." It's really not the blood that bugs him, just that it's used.

He is curious. It's really not everyday you run into an admittedly insane woman on a moose. "Do you not like cars?"