If the chair was not cloud-like then he would be sorely disappointed, her father declared with that unmistakable edge of amusement lining his tone. But she knew that he wouldn't reject those chairs. Not when they brought her mother joy. "We will see.." Morgan chirped confidently at that fact. But how certain that even those chairs would grow on him too. Such things happened time and time again, didn't they? Yet that conversation was soon interrupted by the sound of her mother's singsong voice. It garnered the attention of both vampires, Morgan careened her head towards the familiar sound, noticing the two sales associates in tow. How she knew what that meant. Food. Her father allowed her one of her own too, oh her toes nearly curled in excitement that she did not allow to get the better of her. After all, it was show time. The pining boy was her target and it couldn't be anymore more perfect.

Already, from just one glimpse, she could paint a story between the two workers. She was able to weave it all in her mind's eye like a movie. Her father focused on the other in a rather clinical manner. She wasted no time in drawing the male associate's attention to her while her mother instantly gravitated toward the rest of the exterior furniture, giving Morgan the stage.

It was simple enough to lull her victim into a nice soft blanket of comfort, especially when you knew their heart's desire. Giving him the 'advice' he so desperately needed. After all, she couldn't have him being all loud. She couldn't get carried away this time. Not in public. She had learned a great deal from hunting with her parents and how they would not be pleased if she made a mess of things so soon. If she gave them all away on the first night. That would absolutely not be accomplished by blood and gore painting the hardware store. It was hardly the first impression they wanted to make within this fresh new opportunity in a new metropolis. Not after they hauled everything here. It was essential to have the boy eating out of the soft palm of her hand before those hands reached for his skinny neck. Just enough firm pressure to keep him from being noisy and rudely calling for help.

His eyes widened like saucers, that being the very moment that she noticed their lovely hue. His desperate hands tried to grasp at her and yet it only caused the doll-like vampire to squeeze harder, letting him see but a glimpse of the excitement that he stirred. A flash of a look that she soon buried beneath a deathly calm. But those eyes of his were such a pretty shade. Far too pretty not to share it with her mother. How certain she would appreciate the nice shade too, wouldn't she? Her mother appeared at her side not a moment later, examining the boy, reaching to cup his cheek in an almost tender way. He looked at her, pleading silently with his eyes, mouth gasping for air that he was refused. Morgan saw that defeat as that fight lessened, her mother claimed it was a shame. Although was it? Morgan would forever remember that exact same shade and would wear it on occasion so at least one part of him would live on like so many of her victims that had all but catalogued away with her.

Her mother left a moment later to lift the lid of the box, to peer inside, revealing the first victim that her father killed with meticulous skill. The fae agreed that the woman her father killed and the boy could go into the same box. How romantic to finally be together in death's embrace together. Morgan sighed near contently as she romanticized their untimely demise. But it was her mother's voice that brought her back down to earth as she asked for her to check the pockets of her soon-to-be kill. For options. "That I can do.." She knew exactly what that meant.

The shapeshifter was drawn to her father's return. "See." she whispered as if sharing a secret with the boy that had already passed. Although, Morgan was certain there was a period of time when the dead could still hear while the body shut down entirely. Even though she still swung her victim like he might have been a dance partner rather than hauling a corpse... but even with all that strength in her, her arms protested with holding him up for so long. "You get to join her soon." She whispered into his ear. The vampire seemed pleased, proud of herself. This was a certified love story as far as she was concerned.

She moved with the boy to prop him up on one of the Muskoka chairs that were conveniently placed near the cart and in turn, her arms were relieved by the sudden absence of weight. She wasted no more time searching those pockets at the request of her mother. Morgan slipped a dainty finger within the key chain loop, swinging it around with a satisfying jingle before her hand snapped it up and returned to her parents.

Just in time to hear the concern about paint shades. Claiming they all looked the same. Her father remaining nothing short of sceptical, even despite both her mother and her's assurances. Insisting that he should probably look at them in the dark. Morgan choked back a sound of amusement that she stifled. If he could not see it in the light, she was certain he would not see it in the dark either... Then again, her father had always been lost when it came to the nuance of hues. Her mother, however, could see it, as clearly as Morgan could. "It's okay father..." She attempted to be helpful. "I have heard even vampires can be slightly colour-blind. There is no shame in it." She assured, those electric blue eyes glinting.

That seemed to bring her father's notice back to her as she offered her mother the pilfered keys from her kill. He seemed to eye the slumped boy in that Muskoka chair, assessing him briefly. That praise for completing that task, caused the doll-like vampire to preen inwardly. That was when she was tasked with retrieving the flatbed. A far better task than making sure those bodies fit inside the box, she was sure of it.

She swore she had seen those flatbeds as she entered the hardware store. "Okay." She seemed too pleased with herself and her kill as the vampire wasted no time slipping off to succeed in her task while she heard the fading sound of her mother's comment about the cutest patio set that they had found. Just when the bone white-haired vampire's focus honed on a passing worker several aisles over.

She took to stalking the oblivious worker, ducking from view whenever they turned around. A harmless little game that she seemed to enjoy for a few minutes. Was it possible to catch a bite somewhere without her parents noticing her absence? Hm. There were so many aisles that she might just pull it off... and yet they would certainly notice if she was gone too long. Eventually, the vampire returned to her original mission, nearly running right into someone who worked there, just wrapping up from their cigarette break.

She couldn't help herself. "Is it always so dead?" Morgan batted her eyes at the male. Deciding... to flirt. He looked like he could have been in a band and smelled of whiskey and cigarettes. Exactly the kind of person most fathers despised. It was a shame he smoked, the acrid smell of it was much too strong for that sensitive vampiric sense of smell. But he was decidedly worth forgetting just how much she hated it for a moment when those fine threads of interest found a target. Moran noted the flatbed, but not without sidling up closer than she had to, distracting herself with the sound of a heartbeat. That was when he asked her a question that made her laugh. One she didn't bother to answer as she leaned in closer, but it was only because she had eyes for that pulsing vein... Not that he complained.

Morgan was so close she could hear that tasty pulse singing. The vampire loved it when they sang to her. Who was she to deny it?

That was when she heard her name uttered from her father's voice from further within the store. Her body tensed, near ramrod straight. Those vampiric ears seemed to hone in on the sound, nearly instantly groaning when she heard the mention of their honeymoon. Perhaps she had been good too long. "I gotta go." She uttered abruptly. She flashed the guy a look, almost a real smile that displayed her fangs, that caught his surprise. She was good at hiding what she was when she wanted to, after all, that was kind of her thing.

Morgan grabbed the nearest flatbed cart and made her way back toward them in no time flat.

"You know most parents just text now, Dad." She added as she approached before looking at the wide range of hues they were examining. A fresh start meant fresh paint.

"I heard that colour can... influence your mood. I wonder how much of that is true." She added in an attempt to steer the conversation away from honeymoon talk and past bedroom shades. However, she could not ignore her own strong want to paint everything dark and moody. Which was odd, considering how she thought she had grown out of that particular phase.

"So... which one did you two decide on? Serene blue or romantic burgundy?" That colour would likely be copied by their neighbours in no time. " Anything but yellow, please."