Remi had been enjoying a peaceful afternoon wandering through a local bookstore when she spots an unfortunately familiar figure in the horror section.

Samael Dyson.

Her eyes immediately drift toward the stack of vampire novels tucked beneath his arm as she approaches. It had been a while since she had seen him, and she had a bone to pick. "Listen, you can't call me a vampire loving vixen when you're over here looking like an emotionally unstable parakeet."

She huffs. "First off, I don't even like vampires."

She gestures at the books as Samael slowly looks at her.

"And second of all, I am not a vampire consort."

A pause.

".... And, if I was hypothetically involved in mysterious vampire business, I feel like I'd deserve some cool perks."

She places a hand on her hip thoughtfully.

"Like a castle. Or being able to fly. Or at least a nifty cloak."

Remi casually reaches over to tug one of the books from his hand's which leads into a tug of war that escalates rather quickly and ends up with them toppling onto the floor with her sprawled atop him. A referee suddenly pops out of nowhere and drops to the floor beside them.

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Remi starts violently. "Jesus CHRIST... do they just live in the walls?!"

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