Post by Addy Knudson on May 10, 2017 15:28:36 GMT
Kip brightened as the usually elegant, perfect Toreador choked on her life blood, his eyes sparkling with sudden amusement, his grin exposing the sharp, elongated fangs that exposed his as vampire. He was no longer holding any of the beautiful wine glasses or chalices, which made it easier for him to resemble, at least vaguely, some creature of grace. Still, he looked childish, like a kid playing at the grown-ups table, as he giggled like a drunkard.
"Right?? Right! It's so funny. Did you know, we had this neonate come in the other evening, and I swear to you... Oz ACTUALLY offered him COOKIES! Like, honest to god cookies, Tee!" His giggling got worse, though Calypso's expression remained neutral as she stared at him, not even a flicker of irritation sparking her delicate, angular features. Still, her brother seemed to be enjoying himself, as he began to - in good spirits - mock the older Kindred's stereotypical posture, hunched over slightly at the shoulders and deepening his voice in effort to sound a little more like him.
"Now, now, no vampire makes it through the night without some good old fashioned sustenance. But cursed or no, we should still be able to enjoy the things from our lives before. Like cookies." Kipling finally fell into a fit of giggles, vaulting over onto the floor from the arm chair, where he was perched.
"Right?? Right! It's so funny. Did you know, we had this neonate come in the other evening, and I swear to you... Oz ACTUALLY offered him COOKIES! Like, honest to god cookies, Tee!" His giggling got worse, though Calypso's expression remained neutral as she stared at him, not even a flicker of irritation sparking her delicate, angular features. Still, her brother seemed to be enjoying himself, as he began to - in good spirits - mock the older Kindred's stereotypical posture, hunched over slightly at the shoulders and deepening his voice in effort to sound a little more like him.
"Now, now, no vampire makes it through the night without some good old fashioned sustenance. But cursed or no, we should still be able to enjoy the things from our lives before. Like cookies." Kipling finally fell into a fit of giggles, vaulting over onto the floor from the arm chair, where he was perched.
