#kdjfshgkjfldshkjgds benji i love u so much

[pluresque]

it's not the first time someone's come up to him cold like this, looking for an autograph or a quote or just for him to listen to their unsolicited review of whatever book of his they've got strong opinions about. a lot of it's been the climate change shit — but not all.

this is for sure the first twelve-year-old who's done it, though.

❝ ... you've read it? ❞ he blinks. this whole thing feels— weird. off, somehow, in a way daniel can't put his finger on — other than the obvious. or maybe he's just hungry, still. ❝ uh, no offense, and i'll take a fan any day over a critic, but— it's not exactly family-friendly reading. what, d'you nab it from your parents? ❞

he takes the worn copy anyway, pulls out a sharpie that he'd gotten shit for carrying around from his agent once — kind of arrogant, no? — and opens up to the cover page. ❝ —anyone i should make it out to? ❞

❝ mr. molloy! ❞ he calls out, a hooded jacket protecting him against the biting new york cold as he approaches the journalist once he's on the sidewalk. he's spent the night tracking him, attempting to take care to guard his thoughts, to hide his presence. he's not sure it's worked, but it won't matter much longer.

typically, he doesn't approach other vampires in new york ( at least those he didn't know ). despite having ancient blood, he's aware of his limits. child vampires weren't given the strength of their adult counterparts.

gripping a copy of his book in his hand, he jogs to catch up with him, purposely human in speed, coming around to stop in front of him. ❝ hey, would you mind signing my copy? i'm a big fan. ❞ he offers a boyish smile, his attempt at being as disarming as possible. the book itself is at least a little worn, he'd read it a few times already, had analyzed it on his podcast, pretending the names meant nothing to him. he'd been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to meet him.

@pluresque liked for a benji starter !!