An over-exaggerated, throaty groan escaped the man gracelessly strewn along the entirety of a counter like a lazy cat in its preferred domicile. Clover couldn’t remember through what matter of drama was he led to drape himself there, but its obvious lack of resolution was irrelevant. What held any sort of importance was that his natural leeching personality, by way of drawing energy from others rather than himself in true extroverted fashion, meant he was growing insane from the quiet of his friend’s home.
Ozzie was spectacular company on his own. A paragon of patience with Clover’s whimsical nature made him someone the vampire absolutely adored spending time with. However, sometimes he feared that the human would rather die alone than step too far out of his comfort zone. Baby steps were nice and fanciful, but so were leap.
Unceremoniously, Clover bounded off of the counter and landed on his feet with a thud. He tapped his screen and the sounds of I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston blared from the small device. Immediately, the vampire allowed the rhythm to take him. “Ozzie!” he called out, eyes shut and yet still aware that the other man couldn’t have been far out of earshot. “Let’s go out dancing! Or…let’s go to the twenty-four hour bowling alley or rollerskating! I don’t care. Come dance with me!” His hips began to shake and twirl. @blccksheep
It wasn’t too far-fetched of a thought that Ozzie might die alone, or at least, he thought so himself, as well.
He liked spending time with Clover, because the confidence just radiated off of him and it was intoxicating. One might think that standing next to such an open, fluid personality, Ozzie might feel even more stuck in his timid shell, but it wasn’t the case. Perhaps someone else might be overwhelming, but Clover wasn’t. The vampire was so radiant all the time, with the way his presence always seemed to lit up any room he waled into, it was almost impossible not to feel completely taken by that kind of energy.
Besides, it always made him laugh to think of his parents walking into a scene like this one. He’d learned somewhere around his early twenties that anyone his parents wouldn’t approve of is likely someone he wants to keep in his life.
“Hey, hey, what did I say about dancing in the kitchen, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” the hunter grumbled, though his words were laced with the laughter that was already spilling out of him as he approached Clover in an almost-dance to guide him away from sharp things. Clearly, Ozzie wasn’t too used to having immortal friends. “You’re mad.”