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One moment, Syl was sitting happily in his tree, counting the seconds till Eli would be there. The next, he was in a building of some kind, and couldn't detect any life nearby. He Took a deep breath and moved slowly until he found a wall, placing his hand on it. Soon enough a person's whisps could be spotted coming around a corner of some kind, maybe threw a doorway.
"Oh thank god." He started, keeping his hand against the surface "Could you help me, i don't know how I got here or where I am-" The person trips, and falls against him. Syl thankfully manages to stay standing, but not without consequence, as their lips meet.
Syl shoves them away immediately, sputtering and spitting on the floor which he's standing on, shouting "gross, ew gross" and other things appropriate for an 11 year old. It's likely ringing down the halls, as hes shouting rather shrilly.
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"Hey Ollie!" Noah called out from behind him, Ollie stopped for just a second, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing to walk, waiting for Noah be damned. "Ollie!" He tried again, this time extending out his name in a whiny tone.
"What, Noah?" He asked as the taller boy ran in front of him. He turned around and began walking backwards in front of Ollie, an annoying habit of his that always made Ollie's commute home at least five minutes longer. He flashed a smile, his fangs showing.
"So, I got the place to myself tonight, and I was wondering-"
"No."
"How long are you going to hold this against me?" He stopped in his tracks, and Ollie walked around him.
"I don't know, however long it takes for vampirism to wear off maybe? How long is that again? Oh, yeah, forever. Silly me." Noah was trailing close behind him now. Only two more blocks.
"Why are you holding this against me! I wasn't myself, you know that! I hadn't eaten and it's not like its even that big of a deal!"
"That doesn't even dignify a response. Fuck off, Noah." He stops walking.
"I- Ollie, please." Ollie ignores him, and keeps walking.
He opens his apartment door and locks it behind him, dropping his bag on the couch as he walks by to the kitchen.
His world fades around him, and he finds himself standing a few feet from a classroom door. He cautiously takes a look around and looks down, finding his skirt looks like that of a school girl's, and not the pretty baby blue one he was previously wearing.
The fuck did Noah do this time?
He steps forwards a few steps and into the classroom, just barely, looking between the people sitting at the desks. He doesn't see Noah anywhere, thank god, but he does see a few peculiar figures, who look like they might be in the same boat as him. '
He picks at his skirt, the materials aren't as high quality as he's used to, and its bothering his skin, even through his fishnets.
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