Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
"What would be the fun in that?" Oliver grinned, jumping through and landing expertly, his shoes flashing. "Besides, I didn't think your mother or that angel of hers would approve." He quipped, looking around. The room was cozy, and he noted that it was a little messy. He didn't judge though, as he figured that if he were to have a room all to himself, it would look ten times worse. Besides, cleaning was boring.
"So this is how witches live, huh?"
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Vincent looked up from his position on the floor and smiled. "Hey you." He murmured, his voice raspy from the alcohol. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Your pink haired witch friend came over and yelled at me yesterday, so we ended up sharing a bottle or two." He chuckled, trying to ignore the nausea welling up withing him from the room spinning. "What time is it?"
"So this is how witches live, huh?"
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Vincent looked up from his position on the floor and smiled. "Hey you." He murmured, his voice raspy from the alcohol. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Your pink haired witch friend came over and yelled at me yesterday, so we ended up sharing a bottle or two." He chuckled, trying to ignore the nausea welling up withing him from the room spinning. "What time is it?"