<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"It was just a joke...." The vampire muttered and rolled her eyes at the buzz-kill. She finished up the packing, gathered her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash onto a massive ziploc baggy and stuffing it into the bag. Lydia zipped it closed and hiked the shoulder strap over her head letting the cushion settle on her left shoulder as she followed him from her home and began to trace back their path to the club.<br/>
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Lydia hummed and contained a little bounce in her step while they walked, her hair flouncing along behind her and her gaze roaming the trees and the few creatures that occupied the park. "So where do you like? In an apartment or in a house? Do you live with anyone?"<br/>
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She hated having silence in the mix of being with someone, hence why she began to quiz him over his life story, pretty much. The bag swung lightly against her hip, hitting it just the wrong way to cause a slight twinge of pain with each sway. "Is my house better or worse than yours? I's probably quieter and more relaxed than yours</span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 0, 0)"><span style="font-size: 15px"> is.." They were taking a longer way back to the club and to where she supposed he lived or had left something.</span></span>