CUPID'S DARN CURSE.
“Or an it. The leader of the Lucifer heirs, he's a vampire.”
Tamara's head snapped back, a single, sharp peal of disdainful laughter echoed in the gym room, her hand pressed dramatically to her chest. Meanwhile, Nabi follows, her shoulders hitching violently; her deep, dramatic snickers were nearly silent, punctuated only by a forceful, gasping wheeze as she struggles to catch her breath, and Yumeko joins, for the sole reason of seeing them laughing, not because she finds it funny.
“Are you hallucinating or actually crazy?” Nabi mutters in between her devilish laughter.
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