“F*ckin’ rain… ruining my good suit…” Vito snarled as he walked down the narrow gravel road he had been fallowing for a few minutes already. He continued to curse under his breath, his full lips fixed into a frown, his eyes as narrowed as they could possibly get without closing completely. He was infuriated by the fact that his clothing had been soaked by the thick rain that fell from the –practically black- clouds overhead, and because of this, his mind strayed to angered thoughts of his damaged suit rather than concentrating on keeping his appearance the way it was- his skin turned a shade paler before going almost completely transparent.
But Vito didn’t miss a beat; he was used to the whole ‘you’ve got to concentrate pretty damn hard to keep yourself looking human’ thing, and instantly stopped dead in his tracks, bringing a hand to his head to massage his temple slowly. And just like that, his skin was completely visible once more, as if nothing had happened at all- but his suit was still drenched, and he was still enraged.
In truth, Vito didn’t know where he was walking- yes, it was surprising even to Vito, that he didn’t have any specific plan in mind, other than the general idea of entertaining himself- and almost decided to simply apperate back to his bar, when a house came into view. “Its about damn time,” he hissed, though his lips had curled into a strange, malicious smile.
The man continued forward, his hands slipped into his pockets, his every step planned out like some sort of catwalk strut, “Let’s see who is home. Oh, but first”- Vito walked slowly up the front steps of the place, judging the people inside as he examined the porch, and pulled a polished piece of wood out of his pocket, and waved it in front of him with a trained flick of his wrist- “a repaired suit,” he said in a rather egotistical tone of voice. He removed his other hand from his pressed pockets and ran it through his hair, drying it in the process, sweeping it back so that none of it fell in his face, “Lets see what is on the telly tonight,” he spoke to himself, smirking flirtatiously, as if trying to seduce the air around him; it was just the way he was, he always had to look his best, and so he made sure he did- always, if he could help it.