Octy:
((Shortened from Octavia to octy. I am lazy))
Hey vinyl how are you nice glasses -she said while playing her cello-

Vinyl: good and thanks -her pink sunglasses shining in the sun- new beat today and it is a good one

Octy:
Nice well I am going out so stay here I will be back in an hour

Vinyl: okay bye -smiles and walks into her room of book-

-as octy left vinyl took of her glasses her eyes were a really dark red- finally I am able to take them off she must not know.

Octy: know what -she asked tilting her head and looked into the room-.

Vinyl: um nothing -stumbles to get her glasses back-. I thought you were going to be gone for a hour

Octy: thing is closed anyways I would rather spend this day with you my friend.

-her saying that made vinyl so upset-

Vinyl: yea okay -she turned around faking a smile-.

Octy: what do you wanna do

Vinyl: -whispers- drink blood so delicious