The door to Elric's room swung open with a bang.
Like a raccoon that was just casted a light on, the young boy stopped with one foot mid-air and a hand above his head.
The invader, Claude, was slightly stunned by the sight. The urgency in his eyes almost disappeared before coming back in. It was just status quo for Elric, there was nothing to worry about. Claude shook his head and barged into the room.
"Elric, what the hell is that!?"
"Ew, don't step into a maiden's room!"
"Shut up, this my room too!" Claude ignored the 'maiden' and dashed toward the window. He pulled the blinds away and leaned outside. Right there, banging his head on the backside of the building was the same old man that had just half a face. Something like those coffee and caramel candies that people just licked the coffee part of. "What in the world…"
"That? That's a rude old man! So what if he's injured, doesn't excuse rudeness."
"Injured!? Half his face is gone!"
He doesn't feel sleepy cuz vampire, not Erika. One of my favorite things to do will always be to write these braindead villains, it's so relaxing. Therapeutic even. If any of you ever feel too angry, just make the subject of your anger a token stepping stone like in those wuxia novels. Oh, is that the secret of the wuxia writers? Villain therapy? That's why so much face slapping?