a sore throat, lost his voice, and won't stop coughing. Must he be this sick?!

watching lame tv soup operas, yawning a bit as he lazes on the couch.

baking a cake for himself. He woke up feeling a bit down, no idea why, and maybe candy'll help.

walking on the rooftops, smiling a bit to himself as he follows a strange music.

licking some blood off his hands, grinning to himself as he walks down the street, his eyes as green as ever.

cooking some codfish, curious to see if it'll still have the same taste.

still trying to make sense of all this, and so is wandering across dark streets, looking for older vampires.

hiding in a dark alley, heart racing as he clings to a rat, sucking on the dead animal while his bright green eyes inspect the area.

walking down the streets, singing this "Don't cry for me, Argentina" song.

sitting in a restaurant, calmly enjoying his wine with casual clothes, not a hint of his religion tonight.