Yasikov Bruchelli

*she walks into class, stumbling. Dragging my bag to my desk in the back where you also sit. I leaned back, keying my legs across my desk, and pulled out a cigarette* Don’t stare at me, you weirdo.

*I am a six feet tall guy with grey and black hoodie, my hoodie cap always covering my hair and my dark red blood eyes that don't glow*

*she glanced at you, noticing your dark appearance. She rolled her eyes and took a long drag from her cigarette, blowing the smoke in your direction*

*jerks away* Get a life, freak.

*enters living room, moving slowly* Still alive, I see. *sits down hard on couch* Ready for round two already?

you sure you'll be okay?

*shifts uncomfortably* Stop fussing. *smirks* Just come here already.

Bite me *takes long drag*