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Eternal Wanderer of the Plains
Love was an airhead, not once noticing Vanessa's expression of terror. However she noticed as the dark haired girl took in a deep breath of fresh air as she stepped out of the car.
"Follow!" Love's voice was just loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the city, "My apartment is on the 4th floor!"
She waltzed through the glass doors and into the white lobby, leading her guest towards an elevator on the immediate left. Calling for the elevator with a click of a button and just within a minute at most they were on their way up to the floor that she resided in. With her keys clicking into the lock, she swung open the door and allowed for Vanessa to follow closely after. The walls were a matte black with light wooden floors, the decour overall carried a rather gothic feeling to it, the little color available came from the olive green couch and chairs and the light that shone through the window.
"Sorry if it's kind of dark, Uriel lives basically like a vampire," she giggled, "I kind of got used to it. I swear we are not murderers."
Her joke came with a rather morbid implication and she hoped her guest wouldn't have taken it too seriously. With a swift move she pulled the bags and disappeared through the hall near the window, leaving Vanessa to assume that she was taking them to her room.
"Follow!" Love's voice was just loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the city, "My apartment is on the 4th floor!"
She waltzed through the glass doors and into the white lobby, leading her guest towards an elevator on the immediate left. Calling for the elevator with a click of a button and just within a minute at most they were on their way up to the floor that she resided in. With her keys clicking into the lock, she swung open the door and allowed for Vanessa to follow closely after. The walls were a matte black with light wooden floors, the decour overall carried a rather gothic feeling to it, the little color available came from the olive green couch and chairs and the light that shone through the window.
"Sorry if it's kind of dark, Uriel lives basically like a vampire," she giggled, "I kind of got used to it. I swear we are not murderers."
Her joke came with a rather morbid implication and she hoped her guest wouldn't have taken it too seriously. With a swift move she pulled the bags and disappeared through the hall near the window, leaving Vanessa to assume that she was taking them to her room.