[ It's certainly he never asked for, something that he's been frustrated over for the past few years. Stuck in a body that would never age, unable to indulge himself in the fine dining that was an everyday occurrence on Qresh, and while he can sleep it wasn't necessary. So many activities that labeled someone as human were stripped away from him and now he has no idea what to call himself--other than a bloodsucker.
But that doesn't matter. Today he isn't drinking blood for survival but rather because he's curious of what she'll taste like. Is she sweet? Bitter? ... Bland?
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But that doesn't matter. Today he isn't drinking blood for survival but rather because he's curious of what she'll taste like. Is she sweet? Bitter? ... Bland?
It'd honestly be hilarious if she tasted bland. ]
Your neck, that's where I prefer it.