[kavinsky glances around for a moment. reassuring himself that this is safe— no 'masquerade' here, you know. being out and proud about his personal state of undead, a drinker of blood, predator of walking, talking people. surely that's less weird than whatever— kurt is, what with the unusually geometric pattern of his acne, his complexion. it's not racist if the person is randomly blue and speaks with a european accent so he would probably be white if he wasn't blue.

or something.]

I'm a vampire. Half-vampire. The other half of me is a whole other kind of magic. No sparkle, no Ed Cullen. I actually don't need to sleep, but I do, because I need it for my other shit. My magic. [he wiggles his fingers like he's casting a spell, but all that happens is that he ends up flicking water in kurt's blue face.] Check it. You're gonna be green tomorrow. Toad. Don't worry, lots of soft-hearted fucks in town will make out with you, looking for their prince.

[in contrast, the dog standing below is preening a little, happy to be admired. she's considerably less of an ass than her master.]