Around midnight, Friday, Streets of Milieux

[lthrnlace]

Jean Claude is out and wearing leather.  He's rather hoping for either a meal (which he knows had better be willing if he doesn't want a nice wooden stake between the ribs) or a fight.

Open thread.

Comments

[i_neeeeed_tacos]

A little green... something, trotted by, humming to itself.

"Hel-lo," it singsonged.

[iamyourfodder]

Another sleepless night. Nny could tell already. He took to the streets, in search of some rats or possums with which to continue expanding the nice red spot on the wall of his room.

It kept changing color . . . it never stayed wet . . . but what could he do about that?

He waved at Jean Claude as he approached. Maybe some company would help chase away this strange mind-set.

[lthrnlace]

Jean Claude smiled at him. No fangs were showing, which didn't explain how it managed to be so predatory.

[iamyourfodder]

If anything Nny seemed to relax somewhat at the predatory smile. As if it were something familiar, perhaps something they might have in common.

Maybe Nny was looking for a bit of blood as well.

"Good evening,"

[lthrnlace]

"Good evening. What brings you out so late?"

[ickleirkenzim]

Not one. Not two. But three Jhonen characters!

Zim walked by muttering to himself as he is wont to do. He pulled himself out of his own rantings long enough to look up disdainfully at the fancy human who dressed in cow flesh.

[lthrnlace]

(ooc, lol, ty!)

Eyebrows go up at him.