He waves a hand lazily in the direction of the flowers, unable to think of the word for several seconds. "Whatever he turned into. I don't know what he is, but he's angry. He keeps breaking things. I'm cold to the touch, but his skin is so hot it could burn someone. And he's probably a little mad because I'm a vampire."
He's never been up on mythology, and thus has no idea what most of them are. It took someone telling him he was a vampire for him to realize it himself. As far as he's concerned, Ned is some kind of flower conjurer with healing powers -- he doesn't know what kind of mythological creature that's similar to, but he has to say, he'd have preferred that to what he'd been stuck with.
He wouldn't have said half of what he'd just said if he hadn't been wasted -- and it's very obvious now that he is, indeed, extremely wasted. More wasted than he's been in quite some time.
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He waves a hand lazily in the direction of the flowers, unable to think of the word for several seconds. "Whatever he turned into. I don't know what he is, but he's angry. He keeps breaking things. I'm cold to the touch, but his skin is so hot it could burn someone. And he's probably a little mad because I'm a vampire."
He's never been up on mythology, and thus has no idea what most of them are. It took someone telling him he was a vampire for him to realize it himself. As far as he's concerned, Ned is some kind of flower conjurer with healing powers -- he doesn't know what kind of mythological creature that's similar to, but he has to say, he'd have preferred that to what he'd been stuck with.
He wouldn't have said half of what he'd just said if he hadn't been wasted -- and it's very obvious now that he is, indeed, extremely wasted. More wasted than he's been in quite some time.