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Vlad settled deeper into the plush chair as he swung his socked feet up to rest on the desk and pulled his container of Chinese takeout closer to himself. It really said a lot about how far he and Walker's relationship had come that he was allowed to eat takeout from the human world in the warden's office.
Vlad grabbed a piece of sweet and sour chicken with his chopsticks and then frowned before he could get it to his mouth because his left sock had bunched up a little and was becoming uncomfortable. The halfa put down his takeout on the desk and gave his sock the dirtiest look he could muster as he pulled it back up to its proper place on his thigh. He picked back up his food and tossed the piece of chicken in the air and caught it in his mouth as he settled back into the chair. A proud little grin split his face and he did a tiny little happy dance at his success. This was the first time he caught it on the first try, after all.
Vlad picked up another piece and dipped it in a glowy green mixture of kale, honeydew, and ectoplasm before biting into it and purring in delight. Damn, his cravings were weird.
The halfa ate his carryout in silence and occasionally opened random drawers of the desk just to see what was in them. He really didn't need to know or even care what was within, he was just bored. He found files, files, more files, and oh, the rulebook Walker always sited rules from. Intriguing. Very, very intriguing. He picked it up with his powers and paged through it, scanning the mostly arbitrary rules and finding some rather amusing; No public displays of illusory powers without a permit, no walking backwards in dark areas, no crossing streets while walking on one's hands, no keeping of donkeys in bathtubs, no carrying an ice cream cone in your back pocket on Sundays, no strolling through the ghost zone while playing a violin, etc. Some of the rules were understandable and even good ones; no theft of personal property and no murder, for instance. The halfa shrugged to himself, then closed and dropped the book back into its drawer and closed the drawer. Vlad used his powers to pull his mug of tea (god he missed coffee) into his hand and took a sip, then put it back and resumed his bored eating.
The door opened and Vlad looked up, expecting to see Walker, and froze with a piece of chicken halfway to his mouth. The three teenagers staring at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed were in no way Walker. Vlad stared equally wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the trio. No one moved, no one said anything. He wasn't sure if anyone even blinked. He was unsure of how long their staring contest lasted, but it was over when, simultaneously, all four asked, "What are you doing here?"
Vlad put down his carryout and sat upright in the chair. He knew how he looked; purple thigh high socks, a pair of black satin boxers, one of the long sleeve shirts that Walker would wear on the occasions when he was just relaxing, and his hair pulled back in a clip because he simply couldn't be bothered to deal with it. The eldest halfa gave Danny and his friends an expectant look. "Well? Why are you three here?"
"We need to tell Walker something important," Sam said, her face more suspicious than Danny's was (and that was saying something), "Why are you here?"
This seemed to shake Danny and Tucker out of their stunned trance and gained their attention. "Yeah, Frootloop," the youngest halfa said, suspicion seeping into his tone, "Why are you here?"
Vlad stiffened in his seat and crossed his arms. "Well- you see-" Vlad cut himself off and glared.
Danny mimicked Vlad's posture. "I know you weren't here to fuck Walker. Your still clothed and Walker isn't here."
Vlad blushed neon pink. "How dare you, Daniel! What the hell do you think gives you the right to say that!?" Now, now Vlad was pissed. He had been mildly embarrassed before but now he was pissed.
Danny stood straighter in an attempt to seem taller. "I dare easily, Frootloop. What gives me the right to say that is if you and Walker are scheming something dangerous then I have the damn right to know! And if you aren't scheming anything, which is obviously probably a lie, then why the fuck else would you be here!?"
"I have a life outside of scheming, Daniel!" Vlad shouted at the sixteen year old. This outburst took all three teenagers aback. Vlad was furious. Something had to be off if he was able to get this mad just from a little suspicious prodding. He wouldn't have said that if he was scheming anything, so it was safe to assume that whatever was wrong was something more personal. Vlad looked ready to attack.
"Who's shirt are you wearing, dude?" Tucker, beginning to go into mild panic and thus just pointing out random observations in an unconscious attempt to calm himself, asked. At least it threw Vlad off and he looked mildly less murderous."What?" Vlad was now jus sitting there, in Walker's chair, staring in confusion at Tucker. Tucker motioned to Vlad's shirt.
"It's like, three sizes too big and I've never seen you wear anything too big or too small before so I'm pretty sure it's not your shirt."
Vlad slowly looked down at his shirt, then back to the three teenagers, then back to the shirt. Vlad blinked. "My..... shirt?"
Just at that moment, someone turned the doorknob.
"Hey, darling, hope you're enjoying that-" Walker cut himself off as he looked up and saw the three teenagers in his office. "What are you three doing here?" The warden commanded.
"Uh...." The trio said together, suddenly forgetting both Vlad and the reason they came to Walker's prison in the first place.
Vlad huffed and crossed his arms. "Apparently they're here to harass me, Kingston."
"Kingston?" The trio once again said together, confused. Walker glared at them.
"Vlad and I happen to be on a first name basis. Now. Unless you actually have somethin' important to say to me you are to get outta my office."
The three, still unable to remember why they were there, were quickly ushered out of the office, Danny only pausing to say, "Wait your first name is Kingston?" as they were shoved out the door and it locked behind them. They spent several long minutes just standing there, staring, as they faintly heard talking from within that wasn't quite loud enough to discern the actual words.
"Was Vlad wearing Walker's shirt?" Tucker asked to break the silence.