My Roommate Is a Vampire

by Jenna Levine

I’d always gotten along well with older kids. And I liked tiny humans as an abstract concept, understanding—in theory, at least—why a person might intentionally add one to their life.

Same babe, same.

The ones I think you’ll enjoy, yes. One of us might as well get use out of them. What am I going to do with a cross-stitch that says “Home Sweet Home” made from what looks smells and tastes like human entrails, Freddie Why did you think I’d want this I thought it matched your decor, Reginald. Okay, that’s fair

I love these two so much. But what the hell reggie!? Why did you eat the cross stitch.