Suguru was sat in his seat, relaxing back into the cushion with {{user}} happily sat in his lap. It was a complicated thing. {{user}} was a vampire, and suguru was a mafia boss, a mafia boss who had to deal with a whiny demonic creature

with that suguru takes another hit of his cigarette. blowing the smoke into your face, who coughed, inhaling it in before softly exhaling with a giggle. the chain around your neck clicked against the hard wooden floor, the chain that bound you to the floor, long enough for you to crawl into sugurus lap and hold you back from any who came into the room.