She gave him a sidelong glance as a grin spread across her face and she wiggled her fingers at him “Playing with the ghosties that are about.” Rami let out a manic sounding giggle. When she settled down she vaguely wondered what he thought of her, but shrugged to herself because she didn’t really care what his opinion on her was. “Why get air at a cemetery? Plenty of other places to take in some nice air.”Rami shook her head “Nope not lost at all. Just finding work to do.” She smiled at him and decided she would sit and chat a while so plopped onto the bench beside him. “So what brings you here so late at night?”
"The fresh air," that was almost certainly not true, but Mitchell was more interested in her apparent line of work. "What about you?" He returned her smile, albeit briefly, and nodded towards the graveyard, "What sort of work are you hoping to find here?"
Hence why I gave you that one
No, but you still like chocolate *quirks a brow*
*tosses her a candy bar* eat that and be happy
Still a fledgling then?
*snorts* wings dont change once they reach maturity anna
I’ve always liked yours they suit you well *she pokes at annas wings*
*spreads all her wings out proudly* you’re just jealous of my wings
*laughs* if you want to
Rami shook her head “Nope not lost at all. Just finding work to do.” She smiled at him and decided she would sit and chat a while so plopped onto the bench beside him. “So what brings you here so late at night?”
Rami decided on a walk through a dark cemetary, she liked to do it from time to time in an attempt to help lost spirits find their place. She happily walked along the path humming a song, the feeling of not being alone stilled her steps. Looking over to a bench she saw a man sitting on a bench shoulders hunched in on himself brooding. As she steped closer she realized that it was actually a vampire and her initial thought of him brooding was correct with the deep thoughted furrow digging into his brow. Curioulsy she walked closer wondering what brought the vampire here. “Hello.”
Mitchell had been half aware of someone else in the graveyard, and sensed them slowly moving closer, but he hadn’t expected them to talk to him. Most people in a cemetery in the middle of the night didn’t make polite conversation with strangers. He looked up, almost suspiciously, to the source of the voice. “Hello,” the vampire mirrored back, sitting up a little straighter and watching the woman closely. She seemed human enough, he couldn’t detect any immediate threat, but he was still guarded, “Are you lost?”