Franklin Sullivan
He considered what she said, glancing at the cellar entrance when she mentioned their blood deal. It's been two days since they met, and she already considered him a friend? What did he consider her? ...
"There's uh... two ways I'm familiar with; by the arms," he pointed to part just above his elbow, "and a sorta ... hug. Like, a bat, y'know?" He reached down and unbuttoned his coat, then slid it off his shoulders. His scarred over bites were once again visible along whatever his t-shirt didn't cover, though he didn't seem to mind. After all, it was his collection and he seemed proud of it. "To resist drag." He faced her after setting his coat down on the back of his couch, but then glanced up, seeing his hat and removed it. "We gonn' fly now?" He wrinkled his nose at her, flicking his tail.
He considered what she said, glancing at the cellar entrance when she mentioned their blood deal. It's been two days since they met, and she already considered him a friend? What did he consider her? ...
"There's uh... two ways I'm familiar with; by the arms," he pointed to part just above his elbow, "and a sorta ... hug. Like, a bat, y'know?" He reached down and unbuttoned his coat, then slid it off his shoulders. His scarred over bites were once again visible along whatever his t-shirt didn't cover, though he didn't seem to mind. After all, it was his collection and he seemed proud of it. "To resist drag." He faced her after setting his coat down on the back of his couch, but then glanced up, seeing his hat and removed it. "We gonn' fly now?" He wrinkled his nose at her, flicking his tail.


