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[center][h2]Opening Ceremony[/h2][/center]
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	Rolf was nodding off when he heard his name, and his eyes snapped open. A strange creature stood before him - not quite like anything he'd seen before. It was rather... Jarring. The tingling in his hand told him he was holding something, and he took a quick look at whatever it was. To his surprise, it was an important looking letter, complete with a picture of the person standing before him, and to his even greater surprise, he remembered reading it at some point. He lightly slapped himself in the face a few times to try to wake up. A conversation would need a lot more attention than he was capable of at that moment. He took a moment to process what was going on before replying.

"[color=0072bc]Mm?[/color]"

	The words from the letter fell out of his head and he forgot Kyran's name almost immediately. Kyran, however, almost seemed to be a mind-reader and reminded him. "[color=lightpink]I'm Kyran.[/color]" [i]Oh. Must be... Right. The letter,[/i] Rolf thought to himself, and he quickly gave it a look-over again. He nodded and started trying to formulate a response. The blank look on his face showed that he wasn't finding much success. Again, Kyran came to his rescue. "[color=lightpink]I love your hair. I'm sure we could do something more with it.[/color]"

	The sudden compliment was even more jarring than Kyran's appearance was. Rolf snapped awake. [i]Unpredictable in conversation, undoubtedly a vampire, albino complexion, very friendly. Roommate/partner, I assume? Wait-- does this guy want to give me a makeover?[/i] The blank look on his face turned to serious contemplation, to satisfaction, to utter bewilderment in the space of just a few seconds. A bit of a rollercoaster to watch, really. Kyran cut his train of thought off. "[color=lightpink]A different shampoo to start might be a good start...[/color]" Rolf blinked. [i]...Yeeeep. He does.[/i] Still, he appreciated the compliments. It was a nice change of pace from the usual belittlement and threats, though there was probably still plenty of time for that. He found himself worrying about his presentability for some reason - particularly, whether he still smelled like the ocean or not. Probably did.

	Rolf finally found his voice. It was a smooth baritone with a somewhat heavy Danish accent, and equal parts excitement, impatience, and complete exhaustion. Wild gesturing accompanied the words. "[color=0072bc]Yes, yes, I know. I've been using cheapo two-in-one shampoo plus conditioner from grocery stores. Haven't had the time to use anything better.[/color]" He took several very lethargic steps in a wide circle around Kyran, giving him a thorough examination. "[color=0072bc]Vampire - young yet fully developed, so definitely turned. Right. You must be my roommate and partner. I apologize if I seem a bit out of sorts tonight - haven't slept in a while.[/color]" He stopped and leaned against the wall again - and had to catch himself from falling over several times.

"[color=0072bc]Shall we go find our place, then?[/color]"


[@Kidd]