𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑯 𝑲𝑰𝑫 𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑬.

his spine immediately straightened when the door opened and revealed damon salvatore. ezra's heard of him, mostly from stories. he didn't know what was true or not. he offered a smile, letting clayton do the talking since it was his family. ezra's eyes —

"i was kidding," he murmured, nudging his elbow into clayton's side as he looked towards him. "sounds reminiscent, but please don't." he leaned to place a kiss against his cheek. "blood bag! let's go!"

"shit, right. i heard something about a cure, i thought it was some shit story someone told. but your parents? the cure. wow." he was genuinely intrigued. his hands lifted as he clapped. "so don't call your mom hot in front of your dad, got it." —

once at the salvatore residence, he parked before glancing towards him. "your whole family's vampires ... right?" unless he was mistaken.

"got it." he dipped his head into a nod as he drove. he had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the gear shift.

he closed the space between them, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. a quiet hum. "good." he murmured, shifting to drive. "now, onto your parents house." he paused. "it's that big one, right?"

climbing into the drivers side, he put the key in before focusing on the other. a small grin grew as he leaned closer. "i like you. and only you." he murmured quietly.

"oh, come on!" he chuckled, locking the door. mainly because of bandit. he turned to walk to the car, reaching to grab clayton's arm gently, leaning to peck his lips. "yes. but, a good story never hurt anyone." he smiled, getting into the car.

"she has? for real? who? tell me the gossip." he chuckled, fully all ears for the stories. he's stepping back, grabbing his keys. "c'mon." he walked outside, waiting for clay to so he could lock the door.

"the sister part." he muttered. he already says things about elena. he shouldn't add more family members to that. he just gave a wide smile.

his grin only grin, reaching to poke his side gently. "i’m joking, clay." he said again. "it'd be good." he assumed.

"is she hot?" he questioned with a grin before he held his hands up. "kidding." he nodded. "what if i want to eat dinner with them?" he was just being a pain in the ass with the question.

he's staring at him. "parents take care of their children, clayton. even if they're adults." he shrugged his shoulders. "or they're supposed to."

you're not starving, alright? your parents are vampires, right? we can just swing by and take some of their supply. ( shrugging his shoulders )

do you have an extra blood bag? ( brows furrowed, making sure that wasn't his only option for feed. )

clay, it's fine. you're fine, i’m fine, bandit's fine and somewhere. . . okay? ( a hand tilting clayton's chin upward. )

it was kind of ugly anyways. ( nose scrunching upwards. )