He rose from his chair with a smile and walked towards us, hand outstretched. So piss off. He nodded. Where did it go? I asked.
Rigby's teasing was close to hostile, not quite, as if they weren't sure if he were really one of them yet. The white white light glistened on fangs as he moved in to feed. There was a hush of air circulating through the room as if the room had its own separate air supply. I just didn't try and hide it.
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