Choose your character! (1/1)

Rodya hums softly, smiling slightly, “Are you really stronger and faster?”

Chrys nods. “I could snap a tree in half.”

“Interesting. . .” He hums softly.

Chrys hums, “And i can outrun a cheetah.” He chuckles, “But i was a lot stronger and faster when i was first turned.”

“Probably because you still had human blood in your system.” He shrugs.

Chrys nods. “Mhm. Also i was a lot younger and had more energy…”

Rodya shrugs.

Chrys sighs, “Any more questions?”

“Can I come in?”

Chrys pauses, then nods, stepping aside.

His mansion was huge. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and dark oak wood lines the hall. Blacks, reds, and purples covered the entire mansion. “You can see my favorite colors are black red and purple…and I prefer dark oak…”

Rodya nods, humming quietly to himself.

Chrys sighs, taking off his gloves and giving them to a servant.

Rodya watches, still quiet.

(Mean while Rodya was out in summer clothes- XDDDD)

XD

Chrys walks to the dining hall, silent.

Rodya follows, still quiet.

Chrys hums, picking up a glass and drinking from it. “Well…what do you want to know?” He looks at a servant, who runs off.

Rodya shrugs.

Chrys hums, “Tea?”

“Sure.”

Chrys nods and looks at the servant who rushes back. They offer Rodya the tea.

Rodya takes it, smiling in thanks.

Chrys sits down, taking another drink.

Rodya sighs softly.

Chrys hums, setting his cup down. “So…why’d you want to come in?”

“I want to get to know you better.” He shrugs.

Chrys raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Why?”

“Why not?”

Chrys scoffs, “Because I want to know your intentions. I’ve had people try to assassinate me before.”

Rodya huffs, “I’m a fucking writer, why would I kill you? Like I’ve said, you’ve given me no reason to hurt you.”

Chrys sighs, “Fine. What do you want to know?”