"Well no. Stay a moment. And close the door. I'm allergic to sunlight." She said this as she grabbed a blanket and covered herself with it. "No? Questions of asking a lady out or anything? Just going to send flowers and let things die there?" She asked, with an obviously offended tone of voice.
He looked down at his feet again, visibly embarrased at this point. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled, closing the door and walking back to her, "I-I. . .you're right. Would you care to perhaps go somewhere to eat, or meet me someplace, it's all up to you." He said quietly, his ears perking up a little bit in hopefulness that she might not turn him down, especially since she had somewhat made it clear that she might be interested in doing so. He fixed the hoodie again, and smiled sheepsihly, "But only if you'd care to do so."
She noticed the ears and immediately her eyes glued to them, making it obvious she saw. She then let a smile reveal her fangs. "I will let you decide all of that. You are the one asking after all, and any true gentleman would know exactly how to treat a lady." She nodded once as her wide smile shrunk to just a small soft one, and she got up, and changed the record out of the gramophone to a different one. This was more of a waltz, and she settled back into her chair.
His ears flattened against his head when he realized she had seen, then when he saw her fangs, the waves of nervousness he had been feeling earlier came rushing back. Oh god, what am I getting myself into? Why did I come talk to her? She could kill me right now if she wants to, after all they hate us oh so much. A shiver of terror went down his spine, and he looked down at her, and took a few steps back when she stood up. But when she didn't do anything, he realized that he was safe, "I'll plan something nice then." He mumbled, and began to leave, not knowing what to do, he was honestly just that dumb sometimes.
"Oh and Werewolf, do be careful of where you step on my lines. One wrong move and all it'd take is a swift movement of my claws against your jugular, and well. Gone just like the rest." She then went into her fridge and pulled out a thing of blood, which she stabbed a straw into and began to drink. "I don't bite anyone, so at least you're safe there. Be careful. I will see you hopefully soon. I don't have school or work every Tuesday night, and well I can't go out in the day…I just thought that was important for you to know." She went over to the door and opened it. "Until then, good day."
Dominic shuddered, and he started to break out into a cold sweat. At this moment, he was regretting all of his life descisions, Why oh why oh why did I choose this building out of all the buildings in the city? Why did I have to just make sure that she was alright when all that noise was. . . He sighed softly, feeling like a fool, which was growing to be a more and more common thing for him. Well, at least she doesn't need someone to feed on, if thatwas her only reason for wanting to send that letter, then that would be awkward, and plus being bitten. . .No, just no. . . "G-good day," he managed to say, his voice sounding like a squeak, and then he left, walking down the hall in a daze. Completely lost and wondering why he done something like this, and how he was going to stay alive. Maybe I'll just move! But no, she'd probably find me and kill me. . .I guess I'm stuck. ..
(Bump?)
(I promise you the tab is open on my phone with a half finished response I've been figuring out how to finish it)
(If you'd like, I can change it a bit, perhaps timeskip to an awkward run in between the two?))
(naw. It's aight)