Vlad was sprawled across the bench outside the school, looking annoyed as Robin leaned over him, prying his mouth open to inspect his teeth.

"If your fangs come in, will you bite?" Robin asked curiously.

Vlad immediately sat up, glaring at him.

"I'm not biting you. And my fangs aren't coming in." He grabbed the book out of {{user}}'s hands and flipped it open, jabbing a finger at a page.

"They don't come in until I'm sixteen. I've got three years." Vlad said stubbornly.

Robin snatched the book back and pointed to a tiny line of text near the bottom. "May come sooner."