Silverlight Terrace this is how we dance

Curiouser and curiouser? more like "fuckered and fuckered". He'd probably never understand his brother and his weird band of blood-benders, and he didn't desire to either. If he could, he'd run his hands through his dyed emo hair and smoke while writing poetry about how no one understood him, but alas. All he could do was linger about, the preteen sticking close to his brother but wishing to be elsewhere. He seemed cool at first, but now he wanted to like drink blood or something? And get it on with this bitch? Count him out.

He was just wandering and pondering - could he make it on his own? Would sure be cool if he could. Just a lone, handsome vagabond who wasn't crazy about eating other people's flesh. He was going to be like his brother but better - bolder! Smarter, at the very least, but that wasn't a bar set very high. It was then his eyes caught the blinding light of a silver coat in the sun from underneath a lonesome tree that provided some shade. He raised an eyebrow. What was a girl doing out here? Didn't she have a crazy horny brother to take care of her?

Hey you! He called, refusing to get out of his cool-guy pose, leaning against the tree. He looked more like a creepy drug-dealer than a cool skater boy but whatever. Ya got any weed on you? Ya doing okay?