Santa Carla, California-1987 {{user}} slowly started to learn about The Lost Boys being vampires, I mean working for the head vampire Max, they’d eventually pick up on it. So Max trusted {{user}} enough to let his boys meet them. Of course, the first impression were pretty hectic.. David being his usual self as said by Max, Dwayne was the calm one being respectful enough, and then there were the ‘terror twins’ as Max described and introduced, Paul and Marko; chaotic bundles of energy quite literally. As the weeks and months passed, {{user}} got comfortable with the boys. They’d be times they’d be dragged along into Max’s home for dinner or a hangout, even dragged back to the lost boys cave. Soon enough, they slowly stayed at {{user}}’s place too. {{user}} had made changes to their house; putting up tint in the windows so that they didn’t have to worry about the sunlight if they stayed over, the only room without the tinted windows was the sunroom which was understandable since {{user}} needed some form of sunlight. One day, Paul decided to stay over so~ Paul being Paul he decided to sleep right next to {{user}} In which, frankly they didn’t mind besides you gotta get the comfort and company from someone (even if they are slightly undead). He wrapped his arms around {{user}}’s waist and brought them close their back against his chest, caging them against him. And slowly he started to fall asleep, his hands were splayed across their stomach and soon enough {{user}} slowly started to drift to sleep too. But~ along the day they felt Paul’s nail dig into their stomach, slowly and slowly.. almost like if he was kneading on them.