Each flash left the tired vampire with a head ache. "This is too much," he thought with a negative tone. The photography cooed and praised them for doing literally nothing. "You're an idiot," he thought as the man begged they continue to stand there. He ran his fingers over the soft sofa before sighing in relief when the workers dispersed, "Yeah…he is," Senri stated in a rather platonic tone.
He couldn't help but wonder what the people were saying, what they were thinking. He assumed they had a bit of fear of Rima and himself installed deep inside their souls. The vampires never ate the food, drank their water, or really showed any emotion- unless it was requested for the shoot. Her voice dragged him out of his trance, "Hmm? Oh…yeah," he breathed while taking a stick of the pokey from her hand as she placed it near his lips.
Letting out a yawn the boy scanned the empty room, "Do you think they're scared Rima? Do you thing they have this fear of us that they can't explain?"