[Action A | 1649 Albright Lane, morning]
[After a lovely breakfast of crunchy toast with strawberry jam, Nyanpire has gone out to get the mail. He's being helpful! It's good to be helpful! He hums to himself, mouth full of letters, and slips back inside to spit them out on the living room coffee table.]
...nyaa?
[But wait! There's a letter
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He's now circling around this one's legs, peering up at him sweetly, just about but not quite tripping him up.]
Imma Nyanpire! I nyeed blood. Can I have some of yours, nyaa?
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