Luke sneezes lightly. He pulls the collar of his hoodie up as far as he get it to go, it covers the bottom part of his mouth. He also buries his hands in his hoodie pockets, a light cling of metal when he does. His face is a shade of red, the red is going across his nose and cheeks. His eyes seem heavy.
Damian opens his mouth, about to say something.
Luke facepalms him. "No."
"I'm really thinking about killing you, you filthy vampire."
Luke smiles, his hoodie collar falls back around his neck. "The day you do, you'll need an army."
Damian grabs Luke by the collar of his hoodie. "I won't be needing an army to kill you, you weak..."
Luke's eyes are an odd slit design, the pupil is a deep red, the other part of the eyes are pitch black. "I..."
A chuckle, barely audible is heard by Luke, coming from the woods no more than ten feet away.
Luke shifts his view from Damian to the trees.
Damian looks where Luke is.
The chuckling stops.
"What are you looking at?" Damian lets Luke go.
Luke steps toward the trees.
Damian opens his mouth, about to say something.
Luke facepalms him. "No."
"I'm really thinking about killing you, you filthy vampire."
Luke smiles, his hoodie collar falls back around his neck. "The day you do, you'll need an army."
Damian grabs Luke by the collar of his hoodie. "I won't be needing an army to kill you, you weak..."
Luke's eyes are an odd slit design, the pupil is a deep red, the other part of the eyes are pitch black. "I..."
A chuckle, barely audible is heard by Luke, coming from the woods no more than ten feet away.
Luke shifts his view from Damian to the trees.
Damian looks where Luke is.
The chuckling stops.
"What are you looking at?" Damian lets Luke go.
Luke steps toward the trees.
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