"What manner of beast is this!?" Dorian's boisterous voice echoed within the spacious control room of the Ark.
Elion sighed. "I already said it is an ancient transportation vessel that can fly very fast." Dorian did not seem to be listening.
With a series of loud "hooo" and "haaa" sounds, the towering vampire wandered around the immaculate white room, touching everything his eyes fancied.
The curved glass-like panels, the smooth walls, the glowing strips of light along the ceiling, the strange seats, and even the sleek floor.
Everything.
Elion let him be for a few moments. Then Dorian reached the control panel and started twiddling with it.
Elion's eyebrows twitched. He walked over, grabbed Dorian by the scruff of his neck, and dragged him away. "This is not a toy!"
Dorian was pulled along the floor with his hands outstretched toward the panel, a look of pure wonder on his face.
Bell-like giggles echoed across the room as the girls laughed at the antics of the two men.
