143rd. st.

[not_avampire]

[Voice Post | | Muffled]

Dad?

Daaaad?

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa- [Muffled bang. "Ow!" can be heard.]

D-dad. Can I come out, now? I promise I'll, uh. Stay in the shadows? I'll be good. I won't bite anyone!

And could you slip some food under the door or something? The cat's starting to get hungry.

[/Voice Post | | Muffled]

Comments

[obliviomancy]

Shut up. You're scaring Mother.

[obliviomancy]

Mother has to go into the attic anyway. Or is it the basement? You can never tell with him. Maybe you could come out and get dumplings while he's up there. It might worry Father.

[not_avampire]

Really? Really really-? I mean, uh. Sure, if you don't... mind.

[obliviomancy]

Yeah, sure.

... You sound too happy for something so simple. Did you not get enough love as a child?

[not_avampire]

...I've been locked in the attic. I think that's what you mean, right?

[obliviomancy]

Oh. Yeah. The books say that... "love comes from unusual places", though. Aren't there any of those places in an attic?

[not_avampire]

What books? I don't get any books.

[obliviomancy]

I don't want mine. They seem kind of useless. Do you want them?

[not_avampire]

I-if you don't mind.