Lyric laughed outright at the question about Nocturne’s name, after a moment of confusion. “No,” she said, completely delighted. “I’m Piglet, and I have a friend who got Pooh, so we couldn’t leave him out.” She paused, and laughed again. “Probably should have called him Eeyore. He’s such a party pooper!” Her clear affection for her brother belied that comment, and she smiled as Chance took a step back after double checking she’d put the right number into her phone.
Opening up the messenger again, Lyric sent him an emoji-filled text that was a combination of happy faces, and grinned triumphantly when it went through; that look melted away as Nocturne’s text message came through, and a deep frown pulled her eyebrows down and pursed her lips. “Oh! Sorry. I have to run.” The codeword for vampires had the little hairs on the back of Lyric’s neck standing up on end and she rolled her shoulders to try and dispel the sensation. She knew the chances of vampires being around was higher at night, obviously, but knowing Nocturne had gotten a vibe and she hadn’t bothered her.
“It was really lovely to meet you! Text me!” Waving enthusiastically, Lyric glanced over Chance’s shoulder in time to spot one of the men Nocturne must have gotten vibes from, and she glared at him hotly for a second before spinning on her toes and dashing down to where Nocturne was sitting on his motorbike; she climbed on with practised ease and jammed the helmet on her head, buckling it before wrapping her arms around her brother’s waist. She released one hand long enough to wave again, then clung on as Nocturne kicked the bike into gear.
Opening up the messenger again, Lyric sent him an emoji-filled text that was a combination of happy faces, and grinned triumphantly when it went through; that look melted away as Nocturne’s text message came through, and a deep frown pulled her eyebrows down and pursed her lips. “Oh! Sorry. I have to run.” The codeword for vampires had the little hairs on the back of Lyric’s neck standing up on end and she rolled her shoulders to try and dispel the sensation. She knew the chances of vampires being around was higher at night, obviously, but knowing Nocturne had gotten a vibe and she hadn’t bothered her.
“It was really lovely to meet you! Text me!” Waving enthusiastically, Lyric glanced over Chance’s shoulder in time to spot one of the men Nocturne must have gotten vibes from, and she glared at him hotly for a second before spinning on her toes and dashing down to where Nocturne was sitting on his motorbike; she climbed on with practised ease and jammed the helmet on her head, buckling it before wrapping her arms around her brother’s waist. She released one hand long enough to wave again, then clung on as Nocturne kicked the bike into gear.
