" Let's paint the floor red || Rody x Vincent || Dead Plate "

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Rody had been stuck in Vincent's room but at least he wasn't tied up anymore. The lock was on the outside, Vincent must had changed it when he caught Rody. Rody mostly paced around or slept when Vincent wasn't home.

He had many fleshless scars and deep or small marks on his chest. Some small bite marks that drew blood from his neck like a god damn vampire, which was what Rody decided to call Vincent for some lightness of the situation. Vampire Vincent, the cannibal.

He sighed as he ran a hand over his face. He was so bored, he never had anything to do. He could take a nap right now but he's already taken three other naps today. He felt extremely weak and exhausted despite that.

He groaned and plopped down on the edge of the bed, furrowing his eyebrows. He didn't even freak out anymore about being stuck here, he was just making things worse by doing that. He bit his lower lip. Maybe I can try picking the lock? What do I even have to do that with? Did Rody know how to pick a lock? No. Was he still going to try? Absolutely. He just didn't want to be in the same god damn room. Would he try to escape? Maybe, he hasn't thought that far yet because he still doesn't know if he can pick the bedroom lock.

He leaned his head back against the bed. "Why did this have to happen?" He whispered to himself, picking up a habit of talking to himself since being here. He tilted his head to the side as he stared at the ceiling.

Suddenly, he heard the front door lock being opened which made him immediately sit up. Vincent was home which means he's allowed out of the room. He didn't like being around Vincent but, if it meant being outside of the room, then he can get along. He's grown kind of use to the situation, which is bad but he didn't care anymore.

He got up from the bed and walked over to the door, standing in front of it like a puppy waiting for its owner. He smiled when he heard the door unlocking.

Vincent pushed the door open to see Rody standing in front of it, he sighed. He's gotten pretty use to Rody acting like this. He pushed the door fully open. "Come on, let me make you something to eat." Vincent muttered before turning away and started to walk to the kitchen, expecting Rody to follow.

Which Rody did, he followed Vincent to the kitchen then sat at the kitchen island. He started to slightly spin himself around on the stool, needing some form of movement with his ADHD. The only time he was mostly not moving is when he's sleeping and he's not even completely sure if he does when sleeping.

"What do you want to eat?" Vincent asked as he leaned against the kitchen counters, raising an eyebrow and looking at Rody. He always kept a close eye because the first few days he let Rody walk around with him, he almost bolted out to the front door but it seems like Rody has chilled out on trying to leave now.

"Hm..." Rody thought for a moment, perks of being here was he never had to cook for himself and he could have a lot of things since Vincent was a chef. "Pancakes."

Vincent stared at Rody for a moment. "Pancakes?" He got use to Rody's silly food requests but sometimes he still questioned them. "You had those for breakfast and you want them again?" He raised an eyebrow more.

Rody nodded, "Yep!" He smiled widely.

Vincent sighed. "Okay, pancakes it is." He turned to get the ingredients, since he made them from scratch always.