WHY WAS IT SO HARD TO NAME THIS GUY

"Internet," she replied before sucking another packet dry.

He held out another one for her.

"...I don't understand that, but if you insist..."

10 bags of blood later, she was finally full; her limbs stretched almost to her ankles and wrists.

"Thank you, Theo~"

He smiled softly.

"You're welcome."

"Hug!" she exclaimed, kneeling and stretching out her arms.

He picked her up, nuzzling her

"You're too cute."

She nuzzled him back.

"No, you're too sweet~"

He smiled.

"I can't wait until I can bring you out again. What should we do?"

Vani blushed, smiling.

"Really? You mean it?~"

He smiled.

"Of course~ What would you like to do?"

"We should go to the beach! Or a park! Or the mall! Or the ghetto!!

"The park sounds nice." He said, reluctant to go any of the other places.

"No ghetto?" she asked, frowning.

"Of course not!"

"But you're so OG!"

"...I am?"

She nodded fervently.

"You're a total Old Guy!"

He paled.

"...I'm old?"

She nodded.

"You're older than me. That makes you old."

Then he realized; she was exactly right. He was old.

"...I'm old." He mumbled.

She kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't worry--you're the good kind of old. The cool kind."

He shook his head, devastated.

"No..."

She frowned, sensing his distress.

"...But you're the type of good old where you can protect people like me and you don't take shit from people. It's really cool."

"B-but I'm...old..."

"So am I!" she insisted. "And I' not even cool-old--just awkward old. Whereas, you're like Morgan Freeman."