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[giftedthom]

*Thom is standing by the observation window, one hand resting lightly on the glass. He looks absorbed.*

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[dreamer_fray]

And then, there is a vampire a pace or two away where there wasn't one before.

Maybe there were dust and ashes coalescing beforehand, maybe not. That could have been a trick of the light, which admittedly around here can be pretty damn tricky, but Harth is fairly sure he isn't one.

At any rate, he's just standing there.

"Well."

He'll probably say something else at some point. Give him a minute.

[giftedthom]

*Thom looks over his shoulder; spots Harth.*

'Well' to you, too.

[dreamer_fray]

"Seemed the thing t'say."

Harth runs a thin hand uncertainly over his chest. There's a small hole in his t-shirt, but definitely no gaping wound.

[giftedthom]

*He shrugs.*

What happened to you.