Tristan's smile stretched ever so, giving him an evil look. He sensed the guy's energy change... smelled it. Not exactly fear, but... wariness.
"Not my type," Tristan shrugged. The answer applied to the drink as well as the guy.
Tristan walked past the van and headed towards the rear door of the Dive. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but... it seems you are rushing off." Besides, Tristan preferred to drink alone. He was on the hunt, and couldn't feed with this boy under foot. "Maybe I'll see ya around."
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on 2013-09-08 02:11 am (UTC)"Not my type," Tristan shrugged. The answer applied to the drink as well as the guy.
Tristan walked past the van and headed towards the rear door of the Dive. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but... it seems you are rushing off." Besides, Tristan preferred to drink alone. He was on the hunt, and couldn't feed with this boy under foot. "Maybe I'll see ya around."