He had just about had enough, this night was a cold whore that stole the blankets, and it was freezing his over sized male genitalia off. All he wanted was to find his gorgeous fucking babe of a lover, and curl up to some warm soul shattering sex, but no he hadn't seen her in over a month. Vittorio Vaztial was pretty much to the limit of what he could safely stand without wanting to kill someone, they had taken his pure drug, that which had him strung out worse than nay addict in the history of the world, his fucking cocaine his X his Zanryu, he had to find her, but right now he god mother fucking damn had to save his balls from freezing off so he.d have em to use later.
He let a slight grin of pure condescending self satisfaction cross his face, as he found himself confronted by just what he needed typical of his awesomeness, a hovel had appeared in his path,.. or at least he thought it was did someone actually live in this dump? Yeah.. He thought it might get him dirty just going inside, he could feel his cool level dropping every second he even looked at it, but he wasn't gonna be picky he was goddamn cold, he hoped these peasants liked visitors from the upper class. God if Zanryu found out he'd stayed in a place like this shed hit him
He slowly started toward the place, pulling the hood down he wore about his face, his hair which at the moment, was dyed black cascading down his back, god he needed a haircut, and to get this gods forsaken dye out of beautiful hair. He had done it for a deep cover investigation of a vampire sect early that month, which had proved fruitless in his search for his beautiful love.
Yet certain things could never be changed there was a swagger to his walk, something in the way that noble chin lifted itself just a tad higher than a normal persons, in the way he took things in around him, this was his world he just let people live in it that's what it said, the general heir about him said it plainly yes people, I am that damn good please hold your applause. Unfortunately in reality right now he was that damn fucking cold, he found the first door that came into view, and gave it a good hard knock. He hoped who ever the hell called this place home wasn't gone on some errand or something he was just about fed up with this cold air, it hated him, and he loathed it.