Erik Destler has been alive for 121 years. Why? He is immortal, well, only until his life goes the way he planned it with Christine. But with Christine dead and no one even visits the Opera House now, Erik will never lived the life he dreamt of. Not...
"Now," Addie said, separating from the hug, "do you have anything to wear to help you blend in?"
"I did not think that part through," I said.
She quickly stood up and went over to my room. I followed behind. She started looking through my clothes probably trying to find something that might help me blend in.
"What the heck is this?" She asked pulling out an old piece of clothing I had from my wardrobe.
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"Something I don't wear anymore," I said taking it from her and putting it back in my wardrobe.
"Almost looks like a Hannibal costume," she said as she continued looking through my wardrobe.
"Well it isn't," I said sitting on my bed.
After a few minutes, Addie came and sat next to me and said, "you don't have anything that would class as today clothing so, I will have to quickly nip into town and get you some new clothes."
"Alright," I said.
(Time skip brought to you by America's ass.)
Addie's POV:
After about an hour and a half later, I came back with some clothes that I hoped would suit Erik.
"I'm back!" I shouted to get Erik's attention. I got out the boat and gave the shopping bag, "pick something out of the three sets of clothes I got you."
He took the bag and went to his room to get dressed. He came out a few minutes later wearing some denim jeans, a light grey hoodie and a cap.
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