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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">(OOC: I  don't know anything about the Laeline's that's all over my head so if you need something else from me lmk and i'll edit it in!)</div>
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</div></span></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Not the brightest of the bunch even with her pointing her lineage to the supernatural realm Louis couldn't dissect what that meant. Did she have inherent beef with him because she was loosely related to the werewolf? "So what, you got a problem wit' me, over some urban legend bullshit? That's a cop out, man." The raven haired male makes a water under the bridge motion with both hands, and then beams like a goof  his bright shiny canines smiling. "Shit.. I like me a strong woman, someone who can tell me to get my shit together.. Hic!" He unleashes a hiccup from the previous downed forties in his system. They didn't do much to the nocturnal just a light buzz, but it was enough to make him feel anything from normal. Having walked the earth for some time now anything different was good. <br/>
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Hes pats the pockets around him when he hears buzzing. He didn't even own a cellphone, or a device similar, but it was instinctual. The voice coming through the speaker making him grin. "Eh, so you got friends too? He anyone special..?~" The vampire tries his attempt at playfully flirting as they walk closer to the sound of commotion. "Jus' sayin' if you're already taken is kinda a drag." He's cheeky at every flirtatious jab because he knows what he's been doing. Riling people up was a talent of his, and he knows the entire time they've been together that he's been digging under her skin. He was aware it took a special kind of person to put up with him, and deep down inside he was thankful for anyone that lasted a full minute putting up with his act. He'd pushed friends, and families to their absolute limits to the point where he's been cut off by anyone that truly cared. "Ya are a looker, ya know that..?"<br/>
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Knowing smirk on his lips is wiped off his face in an instant. Features going blank, and vacant. His game of playing with the werelioness is interrupted by something foul.. The putrid stench fills his nostrils, and even for someone who was around death, and blood a lot - it was nauseating. Hand jutting upwards to filter it out, and cover his nose. Face wrinkling in distress, and disgust as they got closer to something that couldn't be explained. "Ugh.., who died over here..?" A inner disturbance was felt with whatever they approached. Something that screamed <b><i>'RUN!</i></b>' more than the sirens flashing not far in the distance. No haste was made imminently, but then he remembers the four bodies he'd just created at the wayside for messing with his pet cat. Salem sure seemed to get him in trouble. "Eh..shouldn't we liven the pace some..?" Head reeling to the side to look back at the distant sound. Blaring noise that he'd suffered many a time in his juvenile adolescent days.<br/>
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When met with a new friend he creates some distance from himself, and Lilly. Having been privy to her hand gestures he stays by her side, but is just a few feet further away then he normally would have been. His arms cross over his chest, and he stays put for now. He assumes he was asked to stay for just cause, and not meaningless pandering putting his faith in his newfound friend (foe?). He looks back at the sound of the encroaching lights, and sirens that draw nearer, and nearer the more they stay idle. He's becoming more squeamish by the second as he wiggles impatiently back, and forth a product of his fear. Swaying left, and right as he stays ready for a potential brawl if necessary. </span></span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Anyone else got felony jail time waitin' for them? Jus' curious. Rather not be here for when my friends in blue show up." His inflection has a little more panic, and less finesse than the half assed country slash hick drawl he normally spoke with. Sheepish digits crawling at the back of the nape of his neck. For an immortal prison was the worst thing he could imagine. Being locked up for multiple life times, and outliving everyone even the guards. "Ain't tryin' to stick 'round for that if you catch my drift.." </span></span></span>