Playtime (Private RP, explicit, creepy, you've been warned)
Godric was dressed in baggy jeans, sneakers and a hoodie, his hair very purposely ungroomed, a little askew. Paired with an open, innocent expression and youthful body language that had been perfected over centuries of practice, Godric looked no older than fourteen. The man gazing at him, not as subtly as he thought, was in his mid-thirties.
Richard Taylor was a registered sex offender, recently moved to Shreveport after serving far too little time for the molestation of young boys. He'd raped a few, killed them and hid their bodies, but there had been too little evidence. He'd only been convicted on the molestation charges, and had been released on parole. He was slowly devouring Godric with his eyes, completely unaware that it was Godric who would soon be devouring him.
Godric stopped in the video game aisle, picking up a two-player strategy game for the Wii, giving Richard an opening. He took the bait and approached, unaware there were another set of eyes watching the scene.