Modern Werewolf RP (Open until a certain amount)

"Haha, no. I'm perfectly fine with third degree burns."

"Well if you want, I can get you some better tea."

"I'm going to sleep. Try to wake me up and you're getting sucker punched in the jaw, bitches," she said, in a half joking manner.

"Okay my young padawan. Who knows nothing of tea."

Eve curled up on the side of the couch, drifting off to sleep oddly quickly.

Eve sat up after a couple hours. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, yawning like a big dog. Her fangs seemed almost dulled at the point, and glistened in the artificial yellow beaming down from the overhead lights.

She was leaned up against the arm on the couch, looking around the apartment.

Luna had been sitting there the whole time. "Hello!"

"Mm," she waved slightly, yawning.

"Bored." she said. Luna was quite bored.

"No shit. I wanna beat someone up."

"Do you think baseball bats are good weapons"

"I prefer long ranged."

"You're saying beating people isn't fun? Wow. Expected more from you."

"I snipe people."

"Booorring. Gunshots are loud. Just smack or stab someone real well."

"Won't make a damn sound if you're good enough."

"I either snipe from a distance or gain someones trust and murder them. I'm an assassin."

"Laaame."

"Dude,, just like, try beating someone up behind a 24-hour grocery store. It's an experience,"

"I kill with elegance. Not brute force." she said.

"Boring, but whatever. They're dead either way."

"I once nailed a man to a ceiling and let him bleed to death. Slowly. Painfully. Don't underestimate me."

"Jesus, then you're just wasting."

"Just wasting good blood. You could make blood cubes outta that."

"Ew."

"Oh, fuck off. Blood cubes are good," she huffed.

"I prefer cake over blood on a stick."

"It's not blood on a stick. It's cubes of blood. Like ice, but better."

"Bloody horrible to me."