Continuation from Folsom
Once he gets the confirmation, Prosper rolls up the metallic sports car to the shadow of the Nox, fiddling pointlessly with the sound system to relieve some nervous energy as he waits for the other two vampires to join his conflict resolution square. To say he was bothered was an understatement, jaw set and eyes dark and blown in the low light, catching whatever they can in the glint that betrayed the feral nature of his blood.
Moretti was a busy woman, but he sure as fuck was having a moment where he needed to touch base with his boss. Arturo was there for...reasons, he supposed. The Lord was directly involved in this dumpster fire anyway. Maybe the familiar sniping would help, but he wanted to connect the Sheriff with him properly at some point. Might as well stream their schedules.