[Charloft Winter Bingo] Mom
Desmond’s eyes were rolled toward the ceiling as he listened to Clara reprimand him about ripping apart the man that resembled Angelo. It had happened weeks ago, and he hadn’t told anyone about it except Luca, but Clara could read minds, and because Desmond didn’t live with the other vampires anymore, that voided his right to privacy - it was a little rule that their little group had, so Clara was free to peek into his thoughts at any time if she so chose.
"I didn’t fucking mean to, okay?" he shot back when her stern voice finally stopped. "It’s not going to happen again, all right?"
His actions would have been enough to get him kicked out of the hotel if he’d still lived here, but fortunately Clara was benevolent enough to give him a second chance.
"...just don’t tell Greg," he added, more of a sincere request than a demand; he knew Greg would be so disappointed if he found out.
"I didn’t fucking mean to, okay?" he shot back when her stern voice finally stopped. "It’s not going to happen again, all right?"
His actions would have been enough to get him kicked out of the hotel if he’d still lived here, but fortunately Clara was benevolent enough to give him a second chance.
"...just don’t tell Greg," he added, more of a sincere request than a demand; he knew Greg would be so disappointed if he found out.