@goodpadre

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Feeling threatened as usual by the five hundred year old vampire, he wrapped his fingers around the mother fucker’s wrist and jerked him forward. The word came out without thinking. “Calm down.”

The vampire went to pull his arm free from the preachers arm, surprised at how tight of a grip he had on his arm. Though as the preacher spoke he smirked and just started at him, his mood not changed at all as he watched him. “You think that your words would make me calm down just like that Preacher?”