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Scott couldn’t stop laughing after reading Avid MCee’s newest article about him. It was—painfully unrealistic—to say the least.
He, Scott Goldsmith, a vampire?
Perhaps, he did rarely leave the comfort of his own home and was rather wealthy, but he certainly didn’t have any problems with garlic, in fact he loved it, and he most definitely has never had any problems with silver.
The entire idea was entirely amusing.
It seemed Pyro agreed entirely, his laugh penetrating his words as he spoke, “Seriously… Vampires don’t exist.”
Scott nodded, clicking his tongue as he scrolled through the article again. “Like, sir, I don’t have supernatural charisma, I’m just hot. Hate to break it to you.”
Pyro made a vague noise of agreement. “So, what should I name the casino?”
Scott set down his phone, absent-mindedly checking his nails. “Well, might as well annoy that reporter, no? Go for something vampire-y”
The small room was silent for a moment while Pyro thought.
“Blood Debt?”
Scott hummed, “That’s lovely. Good reminder for you as well. You’ll never forget exactly how much you owe me.”
Pyro stared at Scott, his deep blue eyes filled with exactly what Scott liked to see; adoration. “I know.”