vielpotato
Je suis jaloux de ceux qui sont jaloux de moi
Dior smirked. He looks yummy; was the first thought that went through her head, after all its been a few years she chose her own meal. "My name is Dior, you? I'm a senior at the school, but haven't actually gone here yet. You look new though. Haven't seen you at any parties..." Dior smirked, before driving him to the party.
When the pair arrived, Dior shooed the kid off to meet some people. "If you really need someone to drink with, you know who I am..." After messing with him enough, Dior walked right in and waved towards Johannes before smirking. Too bad he's taken... he would have made a good meal too... maybe his girlfriend instead? nah, a sad drunk makes for a bad meal... Dior made her way to the fridge instead, to grab a wine cooler, and then went into the living room so she could sit, relax, and watch the carnage unfold. She noticed a more timid person near her and nodded her head at him. "Sup, name's Dior. Interesting ensemble huh? You get every batch of life at these kinda things..." She noticed features that reminded her of her last meal- the dark brown eyes, and messy black hair- which made Dior cling to her stomach in hunger. Damn.. I really need a meal... . "Anyway, you have any relatives? Maybe anyone who has been missing?" Dior laughed, at the awkward attempt at small talk. "Hahaha, of course, if you want to talk about it. I myself love anything and everything about cold cases..." Dior chuckled, sighing as the memory of her kill came back to her. Man, despite him crying for his mama, was it fun...
When the pair arrived, Dior shooed the kid off to meet some people. "If you really need someone to drink with, you know who I am..." After messing with him enough, Dior walked right in and waved towards Johannes before smirking. Too bad he's taken... he would have made a good meal too... maybe his girlfriend instead? nah, a sad drunk makes for a bad meal... Dior made her way to the fridge instead, to grab a wine cooler, and then went into the living room so she could sit, relax, and watch the carnage unfold. She noticed a more timid person near her and nodded her head at him. "Sup, name's Dior. Interesting ensemble huh? You get every batch of life at these kinda things..." She noticed features that reminded her of her last meal- the dark brown eyes, and messy black hair- which made Dior cling to her stomach in hunger. Damn.. I really need a meal... . "Anyway, you have any relatives? Maybe anyone who has been missing?" Dior laughed, at the awkward attempt at small talk. "Hahaha, of course, if you want to talk about it. I myself love anything and everything about cold cases..." Dior chuckled, sighing as the memory of her kill came back to her. Man, despite him crying for his mama, was it fun...
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