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[color=ccff99]"A wolf doesn't lose sleep over what sheep think,"[/color] Eris stated, uncrossing his arms as he gave old Benson a shrug. [color=ccff99]"Besides, me and Wells spent some quality time together during our break. You'd be surprised how relationships evolve."[/color] Hmm, that might've been too much of a stretch to be believable, but right now, all Eris wanted to do was wipe that stupid sympathetic 'are you okay' look off of the stupid little count's face. 

He needed to get back on the offensive, where should he go? His lack of a solidified position? That stupid trenchcoat? That sorry excuse of a haircut? Eris looked the count up and down, realizing that this was the first time he was really looking at him. He reminded Eris a lot of Sunny before his wardrobe had been redone, very stiff. Except for that trenchcoat. Why the hell was he wearing a coat? Vampires didn't feel temperatures like mortals did. What an idiot.

[color=ccff99]"Did you take fashion advice from Thomas A. Anderson? I'm pretty sure the trenchcoat is supposed to be black..."[/color] Eris muttered, lightly plucking at the count's sleeve before looking back up at him. [color=ccff99]"Sorry, bad fashion choices completely throw off my train of thought, what were we talking about again?"[/color]

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[sub][right]Determined to get the last word over [@Bert Macklin].[/right][/sub]