Jean-Claude lets out a laugh, shaking his head at the other vampire and swirling his drink in his glass as he does. "I do not know if stupid is quite the word I would use," he hedges, "but I was... Not the vampire you know me to be today. I don't think either of us can say we were, for that matter..."
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It's cold, and Jean-Claude's cloak would hardly be enough to keep out the chill, if vampires were the sort to be affected by such things. Not that he does not feel the cold, just that it does not bother him the same way that it had once done if he were alive. It just reminds him that he is not anymore. And that he has not fed in enough time, he should do so before he freezes in place. Feeding will mean having to work the street, however, and while Jean-Claude does not have a problem with the act itself, he is... Tired. He has been tired since the moment he set foot in this city, but it is what he knows, what he is good at, what people want from him, and what is the alternative, really?
Drawing his cloak tightly around him, Jean-Claude steels himself for the weather outside before making his way out towards the corner he had come to call his own patch over the past month or so. Even as cold and dismal as the weather is, there is sure to be someone out tonight. If there is one thing that can be guaranteed is that someone will have an itch that needs scratching, and if there is another, it is that Jean-Claude will know how to scratch it (and feed a hunger of his own as well).
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It's cold, and Jean-Claude's cloak would hardly be enough to keep out the chill, if vampires were the sort to be affected by such things. Not that he does not feel the cold, just that it does not bother him the same way that it had once done if he were alive. It just reminds him that he is not anymore. And that he has not fed in enough time, he should do so before he freezes in place. Feeding will mean having to work the street, however, and while Jean-Claude does not have a problem with the act itself, he is... Tired. He has been tired since the moment he set foot in this city, but it is what he knows, what he is good at, what people want from him, and what is the alternative, really?
Drawing his cloak tightly around him, Jean-Claude steels himself for the weather outside before making his way out towards the corner he had come to call his own patch over the past month or so. Even as cold and dismal as the weather is, there is sure to be someone out tonight. If there is one thing that can be guaranteed is that someone will have an itch that needs scratching, and if there is another, it is that Jean-Claude will know how to scratch it (and feed a hunger of his own as well).