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[greengoldpurple]

*Zillah walks into the room, sitting down on a wide couch, slinging down a backpack full of bottles of blood and wine, packages of sugary trash, and reaches into it, digging out a bottle and sipping at it, waiting. His posture could almost be mistaken for idle laziness, careless, drugged, if you didn't see his eyes, razor-sharp and psychotic,

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[bloodandsilk]

*wary about the way he looks, but is much older than Zillah and could totally take him* Hello, Zillah. It's been a while.

[greengoldpurple]

Chrissy! *grins at him* You haven't changed, have you? Good old Chrissy. Come sit with me.

[bloodandsilk]

*change? In almost three hundred years, Christian has never changed* *sits next to him, still keeping an eye on him* Where have you been?

[greengoldpurple]

Away. It wasn't something I could prevent. But I'm back now. Things can go back to normal, now that I'm here.