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[Aunamee gingerly removes the note from his door, turning it in his hands like a precious gemstone. He can recognize Daniel's handwriting. He admires the way he curls his letters, how his handwriting translates into the elegant, bloodstained image of an eyeball.

How wonderful. How lovely.

He travels to the address at once.]

[It's a building on the outskirts of town that appears to be abandoned, for the most part. Save for the person who sent the invite, obviously, who appears once Aunamee steps onto the grounds outside, drifting out like fog from one of the first floor windows to greet him. (The perks of being a vampire, as it were.) There's a blood stain on the sleeve of his labcoat, but Danny's greeting is no less cheerful despite that.]

Hello Aunamee! I'm glad to see that you got my message!

[He glances down at the blood on Daniel's sleeve, making no effort to hide his interest. His eyes are so engaged, so bright, they could light a match.]

You look stunning, Daniel.

[He always looks stunning, but the blood adds a certain je ne sais quoi. He reaches towards him, attempting to pull him in for a kiss.]

[Danny will allow it, because aside from murder kissing Aunamee has become one of his favorite things to do here, before he pulls back a bit.]

I've got something inside that I think you'll be interested in. Are you ready to see it?

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