Promptly changing his words before it could escalate, "... you fuckers except Lord Hisha staring at me?!"
He lets out chuckles to mask the awkward tension he had created for himself.
"You are the fucking idiot who is next." Wae counters with a laugh, pointing at him to make the experience a lot more disturbing.
"My lord," Vanas calls out, looking down at his thighs.
"I don't need to spell it out for you, right?" Hisha questions with his right brow corked.
Vanas scratches his head and has a smile spread out on his face.
Hisha could already tell that whatever he was going to say would be nothing but bullshit.
[Name: Vanas Waldron]
[Height: 187cm]
[Position: Chief of the Vampire tribe]
Vanas combs through his maroon hair, inhaling and exhaling as his fangs contract and protrude as he yawns.
Giving a nod to signify he will comply, he pulls out two fingers as though in a 'V' sign.
"My lord, I have two complaints, I will start with those before my woes."
