[hr][center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

When the bus finally came to a slow and agonizing halt, Joryldin was still as a statue. His phone had found its way back into his pocket several minutes ago, and the vampire spent that time with no entertainment other than his own thoughts. Entertainment, or maybe better phrased as torture. He didn't even notice that the ride was over until a chorus of groans rang out among the populace when a human blocked the aisle. It was a wonder that some impatient vampire didn't crush the guy like an energy drink can.

[color=f7976a]“She may not have said it; but if anything happens to him and it affects his Sire, my Lady will be… displeased.”[/color]

The words rang in his head like a gong. With his heightened senses, it was impossible not to eavesdrop on the TA's conversation. Now, he wished with every fiber of his being that he didn't. To thought that the sniveling pile of undead garbage that wanted him dead escalated his case all the way to the highest authority in the whole world made Joryldin's eyes burn with a glowing red hatred. To make matters worse, it meant that all of his mother's pleas, apologies, and entreating to those in power weren't even considered. The only reason he was still alive was because Lady Sinnenodel's glutinous hunger for fine arts made Widow Nailo's happiness a commodity.

"Hey, kid, you awake? We're here." The bus driver called back when he saw Joryldin still glued to his seat, prompting a startled twitch from the vampire lost in his own thoughts.

[color=0072bc]"T-Thanks. Sorry about that."[/color] He made sure to keep his hood pulled ever tighter over his face as he meandered out into town. His phone began to buzz, but his mind was in too much of a twist to pay it any mind. He began meandering around the market intersection. When he passed the craft shop, Joryldin took the time and look inside to give Mrs. A a wave and a smile. It wasn't until after a few minutes of loitering about that his phone began to buzz again, repeating a notification for texts that he missed. 

The most recent, from Kota, confirmed that she was fine and dandy, which put him slightly at ease. The next, however, struck another frayed nerve. [color=39b54a]“Uh, hello? Where are you? We got shit to do and we can’t find you. Pres is pissed![/color]

Joryldin began frantically tapping away at his device. [color=0072bc]"Huh!? What do you guys need me for!? I'm in town running errands! I can try to run back, but I don't know if that'd be suspicious or something."[/color]