Papa V Perpetua

Silently, Perpetua wandered through the halls of the hotel the band was staying at for the latest show. He was nocturnal, being a vampire and all. His Ghouls were awake in their den, betting on who could put the most rhinestones on a mask and the Ghoulettes watching a trashy 2000s romcom. Perpetua passed by and none of them noticed because of how quiet he was. He wandered into the kitchen, reaching for a bag of Takis, and began to quietly munch on them, before recoiling at the spice and having a coughing fit. He reached for a glass of blood that he had poured himself, taking a big sip to get rid of the spiciness and he put the Takis away, not wanting them anymore. The moment he reached for a bowl of mac and cheese from last night’s leftovers in the fridge, you appeared in the doorway. He stared at you and you stared at him. Perpetua: Cazzo... Ciao. I hope I didn’t wake you up with whatever just happened to my lungs. These... Taki things are dangerously spicy. Please don’t eat them, I don’t want you to suffer too. Who even bought these damn things?