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Ahhh…strutting down the streets of Veliport has never felt better! Despite having almost to cover himself completely.
Besides the effects sunlight has on his skin, being Veilport’s amazing, talented, handsome, superstar comes with a need for privacy.
So, as he walks down some neighborhood streets, he seems to be heading to…ah….of course…..Quinn’s house…
Drain always likes to make these…”deliveries” to Quinn’s place, ever since he found out his address through some questionable means…..meaning stalking.
What? He’s gotta stay on top of his competition somehow!
Anyways, these deliveries usually consist of his baking with a special ingredient…let’s just say these cookies won’t be the only thing “baked”...heh.
He hopes these treats can…y’know, throw Quinn off his game!
Keep him on his toes!!
Like any good prank!!!
He’s almost there, he made a classic treat this time…Chocolate Chip!!!
As Drain was about to ring the house’s doorbell and leave the basket of cookies and run as usual, the door just goes wide open and he’s suddenly face-to-face with Quinn’s mystifying siren.
He felt a cold shiver down his body once their eyes met…who knows what he’s capable of…
“Oh! Hey Dra-”
“SHHH!!!” Drain quickly hushes Griff, desperately trying not to let himself get noticed by Quinn from inside the house.
“Can you not?!?!?” Drain hastily whispers as he immediately goes to close the door.
Ah great, what am I gonna do??? This guy could blow my cover!!!
Griff’s smile morphs slightly into confusion.
He questions, “Do you not want Quinn to know you’re here?” while pointing inside the house.
Ugh, his cover could be blown, with all the shenanigans he put the band through, there’s no way this guy wouldn’t give him some payback…maybe there’s a way out of this.
“Uhh, well, it would ruin the surprise of these…things I got for him” Drain says, looking away, still thinking of a way to leave.
Griff looks down to the basket of cookies in Drain’s hands and his eyebrows perk up.
“Oh! Another cookie delivery?”
Drain’s eyes snap back to Griff.
What.
“You know!?!” Drain exclaims in his still hushed tone.
“Everyone does! Quinn figured it was you the first time the treats appeared!” Griff stated, smiling again.
Huh
Griff continues, pondering, “Though he hasn’t eaten any of them yet…”
….Well great! THIS is embarrassing!! Drain is practically steaming in his immediate anger, he’s been had since the beginning of these deliveries and he didn’t even get the satisfaction of messing with Quinn!!!
Ugggghhh….at the very least maybe someone else in his stupid band ate them…
“Did…anyone else eat them?” Drain asks, frown still present.
“Uh…well, Rue ate some the first time they appeared, she said she felt weird and skipped out on practice that day…” Griff recalls.
Drain snickers a bit at that, though that instance doesn’t feel like much happened for all the work he put in making and delivering them these cookies for who knows how long at this point…No one else would definitely eat those after that, cause it wouldn’t take long figuring out what was in those cookies…
“Welp!” Drain clasps his hands together, turning to leave, “Guess the cat’s out of the bag, you win!”
“Win?...” Griff mutters in confusion.
Drain starts to head out, might as well cut his losses, can’t keep using up his time and resources on a prank that didn't even end up messing with his main target!!!!….he might as well only bake to indulge himself and only himself.
“Wait!”
Swivelling toward Griff’s voice, Drain yells, “What?!” forgetting he still needs to be more covert.
“Umm…could I actually have those? I’m usually the only one who eats them.” Griff asks, his eyes transfixed on the cookies.
“Y…you do?” Drain freezes in place.
“Yeah! Since nobody else took them after what happened to Rue, I would eat them all!” Griff exclaimed.
“...All....of them?” a shiver ran up Drain’s spine.
Griff nods.
“At…once…?”
“Mmhmm! It’s a shame no one else wanted to try them, I felt fine!”
Drain is shaking.
This guy eats the whole basket every time I deliver these, and he feels FINE?!?! What kind of immunity does he yield to have no effect from those cookies???? How?!? HOW?!?!?
As Drain was trying to figure out how exactly Griff would eat all these treats in one sitting, and be unharmed no less, the aforementioned enigma himself starts walking towards him slowly. Drain sees this and starts sweating profusely.
He also starts backing away. Griff notices.
Griff stops, “Ah, sorry, was it rude to ask?”
“Well…what are you getting at….why do you keep eating them?!?!?” Drain asks in an agitated voice. Still backing away, his hands gripping the basket even tighter.
“Well, they’re really good!”
Huh, said so plainly.
“...is that it?....” Drain stills.
“Yeah!- Well, I kinda felt bad at first that the cookies might go to waste, since Quinn figured you made them, I didn’t want your hard work to go unappreciated!” Griff explains.
….
“Sooo….you…ate them…..so… I wouldn't feel bad…and….you..like them?” Drain narrows his eyes.
“Yeah?” Griff seems baffled by Drain’s confusion.
Drain is not a very trusting guy, being raised in the world of vampires and working in the vampiric music industry leaves with not a lot of people to be fully sure of…Honestly, to Drain, Griff is such a mystery that he can’t even trust the most obvious showings of Griff’s good nature.
I mean, this guy came out of nowhere for having such a….great…..voice….
“Ummmm, is it still okay if I eat them?” Griff meekly asks.
Drain woke from his confused daze.
Ugh, might as well…no one else could eat all these anyway.
“Yeah, fine…” Drain was already feeling defeated at that point.
He quickly hands the basket to Griff and turns to leave again-
“They really are great! I’m sorry if Quinn didn’t try them…” Griff worriedly says. Holding the basket of cookies in the air in one arm and pointing to them with the other.
Drain halted yet again. He starts to think.
He’s like….the only guy who seems to actually trust me enough to try my baking…foolishly of course..but I guess it would be interesting for someone else to enjoy my sweets..…
and maybe….this could eventually make for some good leverage against Quinn…
Drain immediately turns up the superstar charm.
“Well…sadly, I won’t make any more deliveries, making all these sweets for others can be very ‘draining’ from me…”
Griff chuckles at his pun.
“But…if I ever make batches for myself next time, I can always….save you a bite.” Drain slyly smiles.
Griff’s eyes go wide, and his smile is even wider.
Oh...this’ll be easy
“Well, I mean, you clearly are a fan of my sweets, and I can’t disappoint my fans now can I?” Drain smugly remarks.
“Really? Thanks so much, Drain!” Griff beams.
This is perfect! One plan failed, but a potentially better one just came…who knows what he could do with this. Getting close could help him find some weaknesses, and really drive these Sesafreaks crazy!!!
Or, he could even whisk away the singer for himself…no one could deny an angelic voice like that…
“Of course! Though, make sure the others in your group don’t know…it can be our little secret,” Drain winks.
Griff nods, “Sure Drain, I won’t tell if you don’t want to.”
Drain grimaces a bit at that, This guy is like…way too nice…
“Well, it’s time for me to go anyway…I’ll be seeing you.” Drain starts to actually head out this time, still looking at Griff.
“Okay, see you then! And thanks for these!” Griff holds up the basket again and is already reaching for a cookie.
Drain waves goodbye and turns back to go. As he's walking out of the neighborhood, he thinks....maybe calling this guy a siren might have been an exaggeration....Drain just assumed everything about him was a lure, someone who definitely piqued his interest...someone who had so much mystery for being so good musically... It was very alluring in a way....there was no way he didn't have any hidden fangs.... But seeing now how naive...and…kind this guy in reality is…he laughs to himself, then sighs.
That poor sucker