Bram was sitting on a couch within his Victorian manor. It had been constructed in the 1800s, and was perfectly befitting of the vampire that Bram was. He glanced over to a clock placed on the mantle of a fireplace that honestly hadn't been lit in a good few centuries. He watched as it ticked for a moment, waiting for Lovecraft to return from getting a snack. Bram then looked over to the coffee table in front of him and picked up his phone. Bram opened Spotify and hit shuffle before tossing his phone onto the couch next to him.

The vampire fixed his gaze over to the doorway into the room he was lounging in, still waiting for Lovecraft.