[the baby vampire looks at the ancient creature for a long moment, his hollow eyes slightly hooded, suspicious, questioning what ignacio's really after. there's a small part of his brain-- newly formed but surprisingly strong for all that, that worries if perhaps he's out here for a power struggle against rafaello, ambitions of besting him, taking what's his. (little does he know.) he doesn't know a lot about vampires— he imagines the predatory part of them must be savage and territorial often enough.
but then he reminds himself that they're all here united against d.e.s.t.i.n.y., after all. (little does he know.) ignacio chooses good words. allies? who doesn't need those?
and friends. kavinsky's better about that, these days. these past few years. he curls his lip for a moment, an arrogant sneer. but it isn't the same as a 'no.' it's just kavinsky's face. he cocks his head, but doesn't try to move it out of ignacio's grasp.] You know how to text?
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but then he reminds himself that they're all here united against d.e.s.t.i.n.y., after all. (little does he know.) ignacio chooses good words. allies? who doesn't need those?
and friends. kavinsky's better about that, these days. these past few years. he curls his lip for a moment, an arrogant sneer. but it isn't the same as a 'no.' it's just kavinsky's face. he cocks his head, but doesn't try to move it out of ignacio's grasp.] You know how to text?