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[vfranklinmott]

Who: Franklin & Luke.
What: Curses suck. Especially if you're a vampire D:
Where: Luke's cabin.
When: 1st night of plot.
Notes: Cursing and blood drinking. That's about all.

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[notiaraincluded]

The door would open a few seconds later since Luke was expecting him. The room was definitely a stark contrast to Franklin's. Everything was simple from the furnishings to the few pictures, which were of Luke at various stages in his life and his family.

The couch, which he offered Franklin, was large, but nothing fancy. Just your average, mass produced piece of furniture.

"Come on in."

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin did enter after the invitation. Simple was fine by him. His own cabin was taken from Hotel Carmilla, as he didn't really have a place of his own.

He glanced at the pictures for a moment. Well that was... interesting. Hard to think of Luke as a kid, much less a family man. Franklin continued on to the couch, there sitting down and letting out a hiss of pain when his hand bumped his leg. It wasn't that bad; middle and ring finger were broken with knuckles cracked. It had been decades since he'd felt pain of this sort.

"Bloody witches. They're always trouble. Do away with the whole lot of 'em, I say." He was being snippy, and maybe a tad whiny.

[notiaraincluded]

"Hey now, don't start that up. I get you're in pain and pissed, but all witches aren't that bad."

There were pictures of him with his parents and younger brother, pictures of him with his friends as a teen, and a few of him as a young man. He looks relatively happy in most of them, though pictures are rarely taken at unhappy moments.

"You need to feed right now, or can you wait a little bit?"

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin only rolled his eyes at that. He had his opinion, and Luke had his. It was because of his pain that he wasn't going to argue the point. It wasn't as if he would change Luke's opinion of witches anyway.

"I can wait a bit." But not too long being the underlying reply. He had just awoke after all. "I doubt it'll take away the pain. This curse seems against me. Or maybe vampires in general. Fuck all if I know." He slumped his head on the back of the couch, slouching somewhat. He kept his injured hand on his lap.

After a thoughtful pause, he looked to Luke. "You seem to be doing alright." Maybe a tad bit of jealousy there.