After Lance finished up his waffle, Keith had an internal war and lost--won?--about talking to his roommate.

"L-Lance, can we talk?" Keith nervously bit his bottom lip. He went wide-eyed as his fangs grew slightly as he draw blood from his own mouth. Didn't mean to bite that hard, he thought.

Lance furrowed his eyebrows, looking up from his book. Keith had never wanted to have a serious conversation with Lance before. The boy nodded, closing his book and leaning against the wall behind him.

Should I tell him, or show him, or what? Keith began to rethink his entire plan. Lance wouldn't believe him if he didn't show him, but he couldn't just... feast without his consent? It'd scare him half to death! He could put him in a trance... but then he wouldn't remember...

Keith sighed. Tell him and then show him.

"Okay, you aren't going to believe me, and you're going to start laughing, so I'm going to prove it to you when I've said it," Keith stated, and waited for a nod from Lance. "I'm a vampire."

Lance rolled his eyes, "Dude, I was studying-"

Keith swiftly pounced on the other boy, revealing his fangs as he hovered, hands holding him up on either side of Lance's waist. Lance went wide-eyed. Keith crawled back off of Lance, Maybe too fast. . .

Lance cracked a small, goofy smile, "And you're just now telling me?!"

Keith furrowed his brows, "Y-yes?"