Mar 22, 2015 19:13
Desmond was high, the kind of fuzzy, blissful high that came from consuming way too much lacrima. He could see why vampires were keen to buy this stuff up from Greg, who spent much of his free time tending to the plants. "I wish I could just... have some of this shit at home," Desmond commented to Greg, lifting one of his hands to wave out toward the rows of undead plants.
The younger vampire shifted around to get more comfortable on the ground next to Greg’s plants; the hard floor of the underground greenhouse wasn’t exactly comfy at all, but Desmond hardly minded, he enjoyed visiting with Greg because the elder vampire was like a brother to him.
"But you know... the fucking cats would get into it. I know they would," Desmond continued, finally just lying back on the floor and closing his eyes. He felt warm, drunk - it was a pleasant sensation. "They’d knock it over, then they’d eat it, and then they’d be dead and I’d never hear the end of it. Ever." He heaved a sigh; some days sharing a house with a family of cats wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time. The feeling quickly passed though as quickly as it had come; the drug in his belly prevented him from feeling angsty for too long.
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