LOCKED TO viliorate

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's been a little over ten years since the two of them arrived here. Ten years is an awfully long time to be stuck here, but returning home isn't an option anymore. It hasn't been an option since they first started changing, and that wasn't all that long after they arrived. Kimbley had grown a tail and ears and Archer's eyes had turned red. It's amazing to think they had been so scared by those changes back then.

Things are different now. They aren't human, but there's no reason for that to bother them. Archer is a vampire (something that he found painfully ironic in the beginning, but he's adapted quite well to it, if he does say so himself). Not much has changed about him, appearance-wise. His nails are much longer and sharper, his eyes are red, and he has the stereotypical vampire fangs, but aside from that the only difference is the slight point to his ears. It's not like he could get any paler anyway.

Archer enters their shared apartment after work, shrugging off his coat and hanging it up before proceeding into the living room.]

Kimbley, are you home yet?

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[viliorate]

[What a frustrating situation.]

I don't want to keep hiding here.

[sadisticwarfare]

I know you don't. Believe me, I don't want to either, but we don't have any other options right now.

[viliorate]

[You should be grateful he listens these days because it would be a disaster if he didn't.]

There must be something we can do.

[sadisticwarfare]

[He's glad you're not as rash and impulsive...]

I can't think of anything. If you've got an idea I'd be happy to listen.

[viliorate]

[Kimbley's still pretty content to default to violence, but he's settled down some over the years.]

You wouldn't be impressed with my idea.

[Since it's "hunt down and kill the guy."]