He takes the seat beside Ned, although he maintains a healthy distance between the two of them. "Vampire," he answers ruefully.
Pale, certainly, and colder than usual, too. He's almost always cold to the touch anyway, but this is different -- a little icier, a little less human feeling. He hadn't immediately realized he was a vampire, not until people in town had taken it upon themselves to explain his affliction to him. If Ned looks closely, he might notice the fangs; that was what had first tipped him off that something was wrong.
"I'm just hoping it doesn't last long."
Because eventually, vampires must get hungry. And that's not particularly the way he wants to introduce himself to the people in the town he hasn't yet met.
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Pale, certainly, and colder than usual, too. He's almost always cold to the touch anyway, but this is different -- a little icier, a little less human feeling. He hadn't immediately realized he was a vampire, not until people in town had taken it upon themselves to explain his affliction to him. If Ned looks closely, he might notice the fangs; that was what had first tipped him off that something was wrong.
"I'm just hoping it doesn't last long."
Because eventually, vampires must get hungry. And that's not particularly the way he wants to introduce himself to the people in the town he hasn't yet met.