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[u][b]Location -[/b][/u] 30A Faraday Heights (Home)
[u][b]Interacting with-[/b][/u] [s]The bitch client[/s] Mrs Bennett and Elise [@Undine][/center][hr]
[color=wheat]"Yes, yes, I have it written-"[/color] A muffled voice cut off the brunette, making her press her palm against her forehead as she listened with growing frustration.

[color=wheat]"Yep, got the nut allergy listed down, please Mrs Bennett, I can handle it. You don't need to worry about your son's birthday party."[/color]

[i][b]"Of course dear, I know that my Johnny will have a wonderful birthday party in your care. But it's the bloody fairies that annoying me- they're not human, why should they be entitled to the same rights as us? This continued protest is just ruining the birthday plans!"[/b][/i] She cried, and Cara barely repressed a scoff.

[i][color=wheat]'Hypocritical bastards.'[/color][/i] Cara thought instead, as she hummed while Mrs Bennett continued to complain about the faes causing the snowstorms out in protest. It was another thirty minutes until Mrs Bennett was finally done, Cara nursing her forehead as she felt an incoming headache pulsing at the back of her head.

It was because of humans like Mrs Bennett that kept Cara from revealing her vampire nature. Sure, she could simply just run away, like she'd done her entire life, but for once Cara simply wanted to live in peace. And with some blood. It's not like she could protest for the innocence of vampires anyway, since she knew that she was a murderer too, even if those had only happened due to her inexperience with vampire bloodlust. Sighing again, Cara entered the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea, the news still playing in the background as she tried pushing the thoughts out of her mind. It didn't matter any more. To people like Mrs Bennett, Catharine Reid was a human, nothing more, and Cara was fine with it.

Grabbing herself a steaming cuppa, Catharine peered across into the hallway as she wondered where her roommate was. She headed towards her door, bringing her knuckles up and knocking against the wooden door loudly. [color=wheat]"Wakey wakey miss sleepy,"[/color] Cara sang through the door, taking a sip of her still hot drink. [color=wheat]"If you want me to make breakfast, come out within fifteen minutes. I need to get to work."[/color]