You’re Daniel, you just got turned and try to clean up a bit to forget about your deadbeat maker who ran away and left you behind. In one of the boxes you stored up your closet you find pictures from the best summer of your life. During a trip to the south of France you and your ex wife met a beautiful stranger and had the craziest most amazing threesome ever. For a long time, this guy was the only safe, sort of middle ground topic you could brush on the phone after divorcing Alice when you tried to keep in touch for your girls. Neither of you could remember his name, and now you’re 73, your eyes are purple and orange, and your realize that beautiful stranger was fuckass Armand. The tantrum you throw on the vampire mental hotline is the worst ever heard in the history of fledglings. Every vampire on earth stays quiet in contemplation for an hour after that.
Im too lazy to clean the sketch so have wobbly lines… bon appétit
