“What... are you?" she choked out."No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.”
“She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.”
“I guess you could say I'm allergic to sunlight. If I'm exposed to it, it could kill me.”
“It kind of sucked when she had to take a break from fighting evil to use her inhaler.”
“I have to spring a cat out of Rumelt Animal Shelter. Think of it as a prison break." It does the trick. He laughs. "Whose cat?" "My cat. What do you think? That I break out the cats of strangers?" "Let me guess, she was framed. She's innocent.”
“He gestured at me. “That’s Belly.”“Belly?” she repeated.“Yup. She’s my girlfriend.”I think I choked out loud.”