Leta shakes her head and speeds up again.
Leta slows her pace, looking a little tired.
She catches her breath for a few moments before looking up at Avdey. “Okay…”
She follows him and looks around. She seems much less energetic after the running.
He stops at the doir, knocking.
After a moment, it opens and a girl stands there, short, standing at about 4'10 with a makeup brush in her hand opens the doir, "Oh. . . It's the bloodsucker prince." She looks at Leta, "And. . . Fresh meat as well." She smiles warmly and sticks her free hand out, "Clara."
(Not me making you wait for a short response,,)
Leta looks at Clara, wide-eyed, and shakes her hand. “I’m Leta,” she says a little quickly.
(Sorryyyyyy <3)
Leta nods, and looks between the two of them, slightly confused. “I’ll be fine.”
(If that ain’t a mood)
Leta smiles back, trotting over to her bed and sitting down. “Thank you.” She tilts her head. “What was that all about, by the way? You and Avdey seemed to not like each other very much…”
Leta blinks a few times. “Oh! Okay.” She looks around. “How long have you known each other?”
Leta looks at Clara. “That sounds fun.”
Leta tenses slightly. “Uh- no- is that something I should be worried about-?”
Leta shudders. “Oh… I’ll keep that in mind.”
Leta huffs. “Well- it still sounds scary. And I will be careful, don’t worry-“
“Oh- I didn’t know that.”
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(Oh- I’m sorry, I forgot about this-)
(Aaand I may have lost interest ;-;)