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[color=f7976a]“If your mage doesn’t find a spot in your household, the Astorios are always willing to purchase second hand merchandise.”[/color] Varis recommended. It was true. The Astorios price gouge anyone who took advantage of their [i]services[/i] but it was oftentimes a better investment than spending one's own time and resources in a mage whose utility caps too early. Varis never had used it but he knew a few other Sinnenodels had. Countess Adianna took advantage of it often whenever she grew bored of her bed warmers. 

[color=f7976a]“If you do decide to rid yourself of him, I may have a more profitable option. Favors are always better than money after all.”[/color] Varis looked outside for a few moments, watching the scenery outside as Eris continued. A package in town? How odd. He’d never go fetch how own package. What was the point of his prestige if he couldn’t get someone else to do that for him? Delegate, delegate, delegate. 

But then again, Eris was always the odd one. 

His thought process was interrupted with another one of Eris’s fans trying to catch a photo, an attempt Varis quickly dissuaded with a practiced look. Was public transportation always this awful. Varis berated himself for not thinking about the car but he’d been so preoccupied with the feeding, it entirely slipped his mind. If this was how he was going to feel afterwards, he’d probably return to bottles rather than the boy. Feeding directly would only be for days he reserved for relaxing, right before he kicked the boy out for the day, so he wouldn’t have to worry about silly things like private cars. That flavor would put him in the perfect mood for a long soak.

[color=f7976a] “How does your family feel about putting your career on hiatus for this school?[/color] Varis asked, turning his full attention back to the vampire. 

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Damien grimaced at the thought of having to kneel in front of Lucan. If it was for anything other than their mutual enjoyment, then Damien wasn’t sure he could do something like that. And calling him Master? What a joke! The poor guy’s vampire must get off on some weird shit. Was that really allowed here?

[color=dodgerblue]“Oof, that’s awful for the poor dude. Is that even allowed? I feel like someone at this school should say something.”[/color] Damien demanded. [color=dodgerblue] “Like I get it. Apparently we fucking lost all rights to our own existance but have some damn sympathy. What is wrong with these fuckers? You’d think maybe the Princess would step in on that. She seems like the type that wouldn’t care for that very much, especially since her name is plastered all over this place!”[/color] Though he chuckled at her description of her vampire.

[color=dodgerblue]“Oh, so he’s stuck in his teenage “I hate everyone and everyone hates me” stage? Yesh, that’s a terrible time. Gotta suck that he’ll be like that for all eternity.”[/color] Damien laughed. [color=dodgerblue] “So now we get to prank him right? Gotta brighten up his mood and everything! Probably needs a friend or two and that’ll give him a new outlook on… Life? Unlife? I don’t know but one of those!”[/color]