Not Your Average Neighborhood

[mydadleftme]

Arrow walked up the stairs to the house and opened the door, then walked into the kitchen.

[wajas]

Treacy followed behind.

[mydadleftme]

Arrow pointed to the fridge. "Help yourself, don't mind the blood bags." She said, jumping up to sit on the counter, her feet dangling.

[wajas]

Treacy nodded, and opened the door, she peered around, and took out a piece of steak, as well as some honeydew. She smiled, "Where's the microwave?"

[mydadleftme]

Arrow pointed to the microwave in the corner before jumping off the counter just long enough to grab a blood bag and a straw before jumping back up on the counter, sticking the straw through the bag and taking a sip.

[wajas]

Treacy nodded, and put it in the microwave, and sat next to Arrow on the counter.

[mydadleftme]

Arrow looked at her. "want some?" She asked, offering the blood bag.

[wajas]

Treacy sniffed it, "What's it from?" she asked.

[mydadleftme]

Arrow sniffed it. "Someone from the hospital," she said with a shrug, taking another sip.

[wajas]

Treacy nodded softly, "Does it taste better than animals?"