[ Back home, when he was a kid with nothing better to do, Sharkface used to climb things. Went out into the tunnels and just wandered, climbed up anything that looked like it might support his weight. Maintenance stairs, mostly. A power station or two. Got electrocuted sometimes, but never enough to deter him from trying again. Later he signed up, had nothing waiting for him back on that shithole he'd been born on, and they'd given him armor. Taught him how to jump out of spaceships. Taught him a lot of other things too, but it was the jumping he'd loved. The thrill of free-fall. Even now, he misses it. The rush of air. The sensation of the drop.
He likes being up high. The wind, the silence. And usually the solitude.
Not this time. This time he's got company.
He woke up hungover. Spent a good amount of time puking his guts out and trying to remember why he'd thought drinking that much had been a good idea, only to remember just about everything when he saw Godric eyeballing him from across the room. So now it's time to do damage control and hope that it's enough to keep the goddamn vampire from telling everyone about the previous night.
Sharkface scowls out at the city, arms crossed so he won't clench his fists. He feels like shit, but that's his own goddamn fault. ]
I'm not crazy.
[ He snaps it out before he can think better of it. Ought to be said. Because usually you'd have to be crazy to try and provoke a vampire into a fight, and he's not. Or at least he can't have anyone going around thinking that. ]
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He likes being up high. The wind, the silence. And usually the solitude.
Not this time. This time he's got company.
He woke up hungover. Spent a good amount of time puking his guts out and trying to remember why he'd thought drinking that much had been a good idea, only to remember just about everything when he saw Godric eyeballing him from across the room. So now it's time to do damage control and hope that it's enough to keep the goddamn vampire from telling everyone about the previous night.
Sharkface scowls out at the city, arms crossed so he won't clench his fists. He feels like shit, but that's his own goddamn fault. ]
I'm not crazy.
[ He snaps it out before he can think better of it. Ought to be said. Because usually you'd have to be crazy to try and provoke a vampire into a fight, and he's not. Or at least he can't have anyone going around thinking that. ]