We Are Bulletproof

He let out a gruff laugh, irritated now that instead of a wingman, he'd found himself caught with some insecure kid who wanted to 1. insult him and 2. somehow still get his help. Punk ass puke. Kiyo stared at him so hard that if it could have left holes burned through him, it most definitely would have. Unfortunately, he had no such ability and instead, it was just a really hard stare.

"Well baby bird, learn to fly. You're gettin' kicked out of the nest."

Kiyo narrowed his eyes. Who did this fresh meat think he was, anyway? Maybe he'd let the guy find his own way. Just because he was the one who drove them here didn't mean he had to be the one who drove them back.

"You go that way," he said, in an attempt to ditch him. "I'll go this way."

"Yep..." He fully expected this new kid to play wingman for him. Then he raised a brow. Was his laugh being judged now? He smirked.

"One: I don't. Two: I do."

Kiyo let out a bark of a laugh. A scary jock? That was the first time he ever heard anybody describe him as such and he couldn't help it. His laughter was a bit rusty from disuse. At least the kid was a funny one.

"Maybe I like being unapproachable."

"You're a nice looking kid," Kiyo said. "Pretty sure you can reel somebody in with that smile of yours. Mine's not so nice, you see?"

Kiyo raised a brow as he was handed a helmet. He wanted to throw the damn thing on the ground but if something happened to his brain, he would be nothing but a damned zombie. Fuck that. Slowly, he slid the helmet on over his head. And he didn't know how this joker drove yet so better safe than sorry... he supposed. Once he was on the bike, he smirked.

"Never mind. If you don't know, you don't want to know."

"Ah, what? You going to make me ride bitch?"

If they took this guy's bike, it meant that he was going to want to drive. That meant Kiyo would be stuck in the bitch seat, clinging onto this little dude for life. Whatever. Meant that he was in a better position, all in all. Nothing was going to be poking his backside. He smirked at the thought, though he didn't voice it.

"But yeah sure, whatever. Let's do this." He turned his head so he could crack his neck, then threw first one shoulder back and then the other.

"Turned. By the head monster's bitch. Though if you ask me, things are the other way round, if you know what I mean."

@Kase sorry it took a while

"Tch."

The romantic type. Now that was a type Kiyo could do without. The very thought of somebody trying to be all soppy and romantic with him only made him want to tear their throat out. He'd rather kill a person than have to deal with them getting all moon-eyed over him. This was precisely why Kiyo rarely used his vampiric charm because he preferred terror over blind faith and romance.

Bad girls, though. That sounded far more interesting.

"Yeah?" Kiyo grinned. "I like the bad types, too. I think we'll find plenty of them at that motorcycle bar outside town."

Kiyo laughed, although it sounded more like a rusty bark than anything else. HIs smile was briefly feral, eyes glittering for a moment. So, this guy was a hunting virgin. Luckily for Kiyo, the new guy didn't seem too afraid of exploring this side of his vampiric self. There were so many newly created vampires who struggled with their new identity--so many that it made Kiyo roll his eyes. Even their very own leader was like that and he was too old to be acting like he was still struggling.

So it was nice to see this guy was kinda gungho about it. Well, maybe gungho wasn't the word--but he certainly didn't seem repelled by the idea.

"Well, what kinda people did you like in your old life?"

"Just call my Kiyo."

He didn't want to deal with honorifics--the kid didn't look Japanese, anyway--and he didn't want to deal with the remarks that came with his long name. Yamabe Kiyo-what? Most people didn't even get that far with it. Besides, who cared about manners anyway? They weren't even human anymore. They didn't have to follow any cultures' rules anymore.

Once he had shoved the doors open to the dark night outside, Kiyo tilted his head toward Hobi and smirked.

"So what types do you prefer to hunt?"

The new ones were cute in the way that a snake might think a mouse baby was cute. Kiyo's lips formed into a long, slim smile. Of course he was hungry. The newly turned vampires tended to fight their new lot in life, depending on whether they'd been turned of their own accord or not. The way this one talked, he had been turned because he wanted to, or at least, he'd actively agreed to it. He seemed pretty chill with the whole thing. Refreshing to see in a newbie vampire. Kiyo was so sick to death of the whiny emo babies who couldn't bring themselves to sink their teeth into a tasty human.

"Yep," he said, slipping an amiable arm around Hobi's shoulders. "Which one are you again? I think we're gonna get along just fine. Hobi, was it?"

Yeah, he hadn't forgotten his name because it was a kinda weird one but also an easy one to remember. Kiyo had no idea if it was a birth name or nickname nor did he care; a lot of vampires went by a variety of aliases over the course of time.

What we need are more readily available ghouls.

Their so-called leader, Tak Gunji, had a handful of interesting ghouls for the selection but he wasn't really a killer. Anybody could see it in the look of his eyes. But their co-leader... That guy... He had some promise in the gleam of his eyes. Some of them were ready to split off from the Blood Ring, which had been created to generate willing ghouls to feed from. It seemed too... quiet. Too peaceful for the like of Kiyo.

Inside one of the old abandoned houses the vampires had set up living arrangements inside, Kiyo was sprawled out on the couch. Every window was boarded up but one glance at the clock on the old brick mantle told him that it was after sunset. That and the biological clock within. He slowly sat up, arching his back and raising his arms over his head to stretch out his limbs.

At the moment, the only other vampire around was Hobi. Kiyo eyed him.

"You hungry?"

@Hobi Kim