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@brosucker entered the Sweet Stop!!
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“No!! No, no, no, no, no…” The panicked chanting started as soon as the vampire came within ten feet of the werewolf, who quickly backed up, keeping a safe distance between them. Not happening. No. Not today, no thank you.
“Please don’t fight me with your coven or steal the girl I’ve been in love with since childhood, despite her plain and pale demeanor!!”
“Yo dude, chillax! I just smelled something awesome and had to check it out. Y’ dig?” Said vampire stepped further inside the shop and froze, his reddened gaze peering over toward the other. “I just wanted some sweets. Bro, that’s such a stereotype. How harsh.”
He clicked his tongue, looking a bit disappointed. “Not all vamps are mean ol’ bloodsuckers who wanna fight everyone they come in contact with. And if I ever wanted a chick, it’d be someone tan, someone with a spitfire personality. ‘sides, I really don’t think my frat would wanna--” A pause, then a slight curl of his lip. “DUDE, something’s really rank. You didn’t let one loose, didja?”
(Rowan here! If you’d be willing to interact with a vampire who’s a jerk with a heart of gold and is basically a “dudebro” (says ‘dude & ‘bro’ a lot, is a fuckboy) would you mind reblogging/liking this post? Thank you!!!)