Snippet #2000810

Benjamin relaxed slightly. He liked people talking to him. He liked being talked to. He settled down onto his belly, crossing his paws again, head resting on them but turned toward Maya as she spoke, just so she knew he was listening.
Benji had been told he had the palest complexion anyone had seen quite a few times, which was why, throughout the time spent growing up, his parents had spent more and more time trying to expose him to the sun so he wouldn't hurt his skin too badly. It hadn't worked in any particular way that had shown up very well, but it had taught Benjamin to sit in the shade whenever he could, as he was now, lest he risk more painful sunburns.
Still, he couldn't understand why people would want his skin tone, through which the veins in his hands usually showed, mapping his hands in an odd blue-red mixture map. His irises, not properly red or pink, were in all actuality entirely transparent. With complete blindness to go along with the damage caused by lack of pigment, and the way his shock of white hair and his delicate white eyelashes made him stand out, he wished he could look anything but albino. It made him stand out and it made people want to do things for him. He'd heard the people talking about the vampires, though, and sometimes the werewolves. Maybe the elves, too. Their enclosure was a little hard to hear.
"They keep talking about how they'd like to be vampires. Suck the blood out of the 'horrible people of mainstream society' or something like that," Benji chipped in, sitting up as he felt the sun hit one of his shoulders, he moved deeper into the shade and transformed back to human, a little dart of frustration running through him at the fact that he couldn't see enough to see if he'd moved into the correct spot to avoid the sun for a while.