leithleach
The sun was completely set at this point, which meant that it was safe for Kyle to go outside. Well, in theory, of course. Sticking to the vampire story. He still remained covered up heavily, though, in case of any flashes of bright light. He was walking with his gaze cast down, tongue running over his sharp, shaved to shape canines. Everyone knew him here -- he shouldn't be anxious. Nobody would approach him -- try to speak to him. He just had to run to the store and run out, no big deal. A midst his thoughts, a small hiss escaped his throat as he brushed against another, awkwardly swinging around to look at him, another anxious hiss escaping his throat as he tried to form something akin to apology. All that came out was a jumbled mess of syllables, though.
