"I have warned you several times, Ash," Tzadok said, still continuing to flip the pages without looking at the visitor.
His voice carried the patient exasperation of someone who had repeated the same instruction many times before. "Always use the door. Normal people use doors."
"Then again, none of the children of father are normal, so I can get away with it," the new person smiled and flashed their fangs; a brief glimpse of sharp teeth that hinted at something more than human.
They sat more comfortably on the window sill, their legs dangling over the edge, completely unconcerned with the height or the potential fall behind.He had medium length deep blue hair that fell in waves around his face, and dark eyes that sparkled with mischief and intelligence.
He was wearing a dark sweater with a hood that hung loosely around his shoulders, and brown baggie shorts with lots of pockets that bulged with unknown contents.
