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[color=7B5535][b]Time: [/b][/color][i]Morning[/i]
[color=7B5535][b]Location: [/b][/color] Sorrel's Place
[color=7B5535][b]Interaction:[/b][/color][@Tae] - Sorrel, [@Milkman] - Finn
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[color=7B5535][b]Jams:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yp4mOBinFkc]"No one can ever slow me down, I'll stay unbound."[/url][/center][hr]

Volfango sprung forward as if called to action, sitting upright with the sheets the only fabric covering him from the waist down. His muscles were tense and ready to spring at the first sign of a threat not recognizing the room he was in. The last thing he remembered was running through the forest feeling incredible amounts of power and aggression. The memory felt as though he was viewing it through the eyes of someone else entirely. Volfango fancied himself a lover, not a fighter. Speaking of which, he wondered where his lovely rose named Sorrel was. He hoped that this was indeed her apartment but he had woken up in stranger places a couple times before, though not without the faint taste of blood in his mouth.

His body felt slightly sore as he got out of bed with the scraps of his tailored suit long gone. Volfango casually walked out of the guest room buck-naked and into the familiar living room where he spotted Finn on the couch. A slight grin appeared on his lips as he walked towards the kitchen, spotting the note Sorrel had left behind. [color=7B5535][i]My, how sweet.[/i][/color] He thought as the grin turned into a warm smile, usually it was him that left a note like this for someone else. A mindless beast out of control. The idea of a shower was especially appealing as Volfango took a whiff under his arm and assaulted by a horrible musk. Not wanting to wilt his new rose, he quickly walked back into the guest room and hopped into the shower to wash away the grime.

Volfango went into the kitchen after drying off and searched Sorrel's cabinets for a apron figuring the owner of a bakery must have at least one. He couldn't be completely indecent! The other reason is that he wanted to prepare a breakfast for Sorrel and Finn, after all if he didn't know a bit of cooking he would be eating takeout all the time. Volfango found exactly what he was looking along with a white chef hat, which he promptly put on. While he didn't know their particular tastes, Volfango decided on a continental breakfast and retrieved the necessary ingredients from the fridge pretending that everything was normal.

The smell of bacon and sausage filled the room as Sorrel entered, his keen ears listening to the conversation outside as he managed the stove. Volfango certainly liked the way she thought and wouldn't mind putting some truth to those words at some point. He had killed people last night. The front of Volfango was covered by the apron and the countertop blocked him just above the waist [color=7B5535]Ah, Sorrel! What perfect timing! How do you like your eggs? Voflango prefers them [i][b]scrambled[/b][/i]"[/color] He called out, turning his head towards her with a wide, bright smile. His teeth had torn flesh and shattered bone.