“Oh, you’re so backwards. It’s a piece of cake to be grouchy—it’s harder to stop being defensive and open up. Sounds like a bad Lifetime Special but it’s true. —— S’that how you spell callous?“ The redhead blinked, holding up her cell to show him the text.
"I was practically born backwards. My protocol is all –– bleh.”
[ He amuses himself with attempting to convey the insinuation with some exaggerated hand motions. ]
“And I’m not being defensive. I have nothing to hide. Open book.”
[ Except that he’s a newborn vampire still reeling from a rocky transition. And that he hasn’t fed on human blood since his last binge, two days ago (the equivalent of a minor eternity). And that he might also have a biting kink.
The brightness of the screen startles him – him and his ridiculously heightened senses – and he staggers back, blinking rapidly. A moment later, he’s fine, and he leans forward to examine the word. ]
“Uh … I don’t know.”
