
And now Kon he was at the fucking Manta Carlos Sanguine Society looking for the Natasha Lockwood. Not as a doner, but as a potential member. One who would probably be turned away, because it's not like he needed blood to live. But he had to give it a shot, even if his last real talk with Natasha went... poorly for him.
After entering the building with a tense smile, he looked around, hoping to find the familiar face he was looking for. Kon didn't expect Natasha to recognize him, what with his new color scheme and a more muscular body. And just in case his feelings that she was an emotion-reader too, he had his necklace on to prevent that power from affecting him. Perhaps that was what was needed for a fresh start.