ravenscrxft:
Angry doesn’t even BEGIN to explain how the vampiress is currently feeling, mud and grime still clinging to her figure as she all but STOMPS around town; until she’s found another living person to hold a conversation with. “YOU !! – Yeah you, sugarplum” Accent lingering a moment, hard gaze. “Where the fuck are we?”
it seemed that he had some sort of knack running into people that got angry whenever they arrived. newt could understand it. this situation was utterly confusing. “sugarplum??” he repeated, arms crossing over his chest. “we’re in blackpool. no idea how we got here.”











