[He doesn't clock the fact that Vampire means that literally; he's just assuming it's some kind of weird insult, which explains why he's pouting as he glowers down at Vampire through the slighty foggy exterior of the cup.]
And...I guess, but how are you s'posed to help me? Even Freddy can't get me out of here, and he's like...a million times taller than both of us.
[Freddy can't leave the facility, which is his excuse. But even so...the pair have reached a lot of blockades over the last four or five hours, and Gregory feels no closer to getting out than he had been when he first got locked in.]
[Vampire blinks, confused by that for a moment, then shrugs. It probably doesn't matter that much.]
Eh, whatever. Well, I might be small compared to you, but I'm still Vampire Cookie. I can at least fly and see in the dark, right? And if you're not a witch, then I bet you can't.
Whaaaaaaaaat, says who! Of course we can! Well, okay, maybe not all of us can fly, but. I am a vampire, whatever I look like.
[As if to demonstrate, Vampire starts floating in the limited space the cup affords him. He starts to hold his hand out to swirl around his wine glass, before remembering he doesn't have it right now and just staring sadly at his empty hand. He seems to recover from that quickly enough though, smiling again and waving a hand lazily at Gregory.]
Wouldn't dream of it. You could crumble me in an instant if ya wanted to, even without magic.
[He could also eat him, which he almost says, but Vampire seemed...particularly afraid of that notion before. And even if Vampire hadn't been touching the table where god knows what else has been, even he has a few hangups about eating something...alive.
So, no. He's not curious to eat this cookie, at least not right now.
There's a pregnant pause where Gregory still seems pretty...hesitant to let Vampire go, but there's little area for him to escape to in here. Even if he can fly, he could hide easily from Gregory anywhere, but he wouldn't be able to leave. Ugh, it's just all so weird...
He finally just lifts the cup quickly before he can think better of it, like ripping off a band-aid.]
There. Don't get your hopes up about leaving this room yet though...gotta make sure the coast is clear.
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Date: 2022-01-03 02:41 am (UTC)[He doesn't clock the fact that Vampire means that literally; he's just assuming it's some kind of weird insult, which explains why he's pouting as he glowers down at Vampire through the slighty foggy exterior of the cup.]
And...I guess, but how are you s'posed to help me? Even Freddy can't get me out of here, and he's like...a million times taller than both of us.
[Freddy can't leave the facility, which is his excuse. But even so...the pair have reached a lot of blockades over the last four or five hours, and Gregory feels no closer to getting out than he had been when he first got locked in.]
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Date: 2022-01-03 02:53 am (UTC)[Vampire blinks, confused by that for a moment, then shrugs. It probably doesn't matter that much.]
Eh, whatever. Well, I might be small compared to you, but I'm still Vampire Cookie. I can at least fly and see in the dark, right? And if you're not a witch, then I bet you can't.
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Date: 2022-01-03 03:01 am (UTC)[As if that explains...anything.]
You're a vampire too? You don't really look like one...
[Though he guesses with the little coat he's wearing and the iced on fangs, he kiiindof maybe looks like a vampire? A punk vampire?
God. This is so weird.]
I have to be dreaming. Cookies can't fly, much less talk...
[Gregory shakes his head a little, suddenly moving the card case from the cup while keeping his hand firmly on top of it.]
But, whatever. Fine. I'll let you out...but if you're just trying to trick me, I'll trap you and leave you here. Got it?
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Date: 2022-01-03 03:11 am (UTC)[As if to demonstrate, Vampire starts floating in the limited space the cup affords him. He starts to hold his hand out to swirl around his wine glass, before remembering he doesn't have it right now and just staring sadly at his empty hand. He seems to recover from that quickly enough though, smiling again and waving a hand lazily at Gregory.]
Wouldn't dream of it. You could crumble me in an instant if ya wanted to, even without magic.
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Date: 2022-01-03 03:17 am (UTC)[He could also eat him, which he almost says, but Vampire seemed...particularly afraid of that notion before. And even if Vampire hadn't been touching the table where god knows what else has been, even he has a few hangups about eating something...alive.
So, no. He's not curious to eat this cookie, at least not right now.
There's a pregnant pause where Gregory still seems pretty...hesitant to let Vampire go, but there's little area for him to escape to in here. Even if he can fly, he could hide easily from Gregory anywhere, but he wouldn't be able to leave. Ugh, it's just all so weird...
He finally just lifts the cup quickly before he can think better of it, like ripping off a band-aid.]
There. Don't get your hopes up about leaving this room yet though...gotta make sure the coast is clear.
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Date: 2022-01-03 03:34 am (UTC)[Vampire just floats up and settles himself onto Gregory's shoulder once he's freed. Seems as good a vantage point as any.]
This is one weird restaurant. Hope it's at least got good pizza.
You got a name, by the way, or should I just keep calling you Witch Ki- uhhhhh, Kid?
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Date: 2022-01-03 03:43 am (UTC)[...]
Or, at least...they wanna catch me, and bring me to her. Both are bad.
Freddy's okay though. He's been trying to help me, but...I've lost contact with him. I dunno where he is right now.
[Okay, he hopes. Probably trying to find him, if their last correspondence is anything to go by.]
I'm Gregory.
[Another pause.]
The pizza gets old after a while.