Be silent. Unless your voice is needed. Keep your sunglasses on. You trip and hurt yourself too much. Stay inside at all times when not with the band. You are not permitted to go anywhere without us. Do not confirm or deny specific questions about yourself. And lastly, you know absolutely none of their language. Five months before his high school graduation ceremony, Teller Zan's grandmother, the only person who's ever bothered to raise him, falls ill. With little money saved up, and the hospital bills coming in steadily, Teller decides to quit school and find some way to support himself and his ailing grandmother. He finds a way. A job, of sorts. Teller knew that he had somewhat of a talent, but he hadn't known how much it could be worth until he stumbled upon an audition. When he passes, he finds out that his skill is worth more than enough money to help his grandmother... but was it worth the sacrifices he'd have to make?

How can Felix run and how can Felix hide when he's the one doing the chasing?

{{completed}} Like father like son, some would say. In Venom's case, that fact was more of a curse than anything as he found himself longing after his and Klaus's adopted son.

There was still a tint of light brown swirled in it. From three tiny containers of milk, the last droplets fell onto the table, vacant save for the cup of coffee. Morris tsked, opening a last little container and pouring more milk. He mixed it well and then got close enough for the smell and warmth to tickle his nose. ...Yes, only now did it have the same color as those eyelashes.