[requiem] Luke Killian setting up shop

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The last of the boxes had been moved into the apartment above the shop, the last of his personal effects out of storage for the first time in a decade. Luke opened a box and reached inside to pick up a book from within, he forced air into his lungs and blew the dust from the cover.

"You and your friggin' books, you spend more time reading than on the streets nowadays mate."

Dre stood near the panoramic view over the city center, ataring out with a practiced air of detached boredom. He turned towards Luke and flashed a grin at the older Kindred.

"Leave this till later, c'mon let's go hunting."

Luke put the book carefully on the shelf, and shrugged.

"Nick's got the set up of the coffee shop under control, I just wanted to do some unpacking before hitting the clubs."

He walked past Dre into the bedroom area, and opened up the wardrobe, staring at the various garments hanging there.

"Where were you thinking of going?"

Dre went and sat down on the leather sofa.

"Punk of course, so no flipping suits. Wear some old stuff like back in the day."

Luke grinned and pulled down a pair of faded jeans and a scuffed leather jacket. It was time to go and feed, inside his beast roared.