vampiriic:

    george doesn’t mean offense, not at all. he may
    make a jab here and there, but it’s all in good faith.
    and the vampire is no fool, he knows his words
    have scraped a nerve; completely the opposite
    effect to what was intended. lips twitch, corners
    turned down into that of a small frown. and oh
    does george feel like a twat right about now.

               ❝i didn’t mean to offend        ❞

    rather than further mess up, however, george
    opts to just silence himself; sucking bottom lip
    into his mouth, teeth gnawing ever so slightly.
    you’d think after a hundred years he’d have
    learned to filter before speaking. clearly not.

     "Whatever,“ insisted Jeff. "It’s fine.”
In the kitchen, Jeff shook his head at
himself, clenching his eyes shut and
let out a low groan. He was acting
clingy again. Without even meaning
to. 

     As the last of the coffee dripped
into the decanter, Jeff was reminded
of his good friend flunitrazepam. It
wasn’t too easy to come by, so he
knew not to waste, but the idea of
this guy leaving so soon was a bit
too much for him to bear…