[center][b]Lulu[/b]
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Smiling slightly, his hands still at his stomach, Lulu nodded his head in agreement with the werewolf. [b]"I couldn't agree more."[/b] He replied, trying his best to send her a bright smile. 

[i]You're a genuis.[/i]

[i]Idiot.[/i]

Without another word, he turned and made way for his room, assuming that the two girls would have some bonding time. By the time he saw them again, they'd probably be so close, he wouldn't be able to get between then to talk to either one of them... Closing his eyes, Lulu tried to ignore the thought of that wolf's scent. He'd probably have to try his best to avoid her if he could. But... he didn't want to. He honestly didn't want to have to avoid anyone. He'd have to talk to his uncle about it later. For now, he'd drink and meditate.

Taking out his ID, Lulu swiped the machine attached to his door and entered his room. The smell of a clean, blood free, room graced his nostrils, making him instantly feel better. He closed the door behind him softly and walked over to his bedroom, his smile fading. He felt... tired and hungry and... oddly angry for some reason. Probably just getting angry at the world again. It wasn't like he walked up to God and was like, "Yo, I want to be a vampire, dude." He'd much rather be a normal... human. It'd be nice for a change not to have relationships ruined because you happened to want to eat the other person. Didn't bode well for any relationship.

With a long sigh, Lulu reached down below his bed and pulled open the door to his small black refrigerator. Inside, was a small pouch of blood. Just enough to get him by. Taking the pouch, he took a sip. It was a bit more than he intended but he did manage to pull himself away and put the pouch back and close the door. Taking several deep breaths, Lulu simply stood there for a moment, trying to calm himself down. 

After a few moments, he walked over to his closet and pulled out a small foam block. Setting it down on his rug, he sat down and crossed his legs in the famed lotus position. And there he sat for the next 30 minutes, silent eyes watching a particular spot on his rug. He sifted through different thoughts and let it all go and simply... was. It was a technique his uncle had given to him; a way of relaxing his instincts and taking control over them. 

After 30 minutes had gone by, Lulu would get up and drink some pomegranate juice and then probably head back out with a much clearer head.