[Oh okay, there she goes. Reim just watches this before shutting the door behind her. Alright, welcome, it's a very tidy little house. Aggressively tidy, for a shitty Chroma house, enjoy it.]
Do I...? [Give him a moment to remember his lore... Oh Right.] Ah— oh.
Why not? You’re young, I believe you’re healthy. You can handle it if I have my “treat” from the tap.
[ this is a loaded conversation, but she really is exclusively talking about blood.
sierra motions for him to lower his collar, with expectantly raised eyebrows and a smile that’s somehow playful—is she serious about asking for blood? yes and no. she won’t force him, but she also wouldn’t refuse the chance if he allowed her. ]
[It's sounding more lewd by the minute and he's choosing to believe only chewing on his neck is on the agenda here, as it's the more socially acceptable option. He does not, however, yank his collar down immediately. Please, there is an interview process.]
Just how much of this "treat" do you think you're having?
[He is worried about becoming a giant raisin and dying, actually, but thanks for at least some consideration. He gives her a look, then, sizing up just how much he actually trusts her words...
It's just barely enough, but besides, better him than someone else. This must be what literally everyone who witnessed his memories meant when they called him someone incapable who still walks straight into trouble.]
Unless you want to tip over onto a fainting couch, yes, I suggest it.
[ she’s clearly happy with his compliance. although she takes other vampires to task for feeding on humans, it’s only because they have no restraint. she just needs a bit of blood to keep her strong. there’s no need to kill the poor humans in the process. ]
That "cause" being your personal comfort, I assume. Don't be coy when you're asking me for something like this!
[She's literally using him as a drinking fountain, so he's allowed to be like this. Regardless, he moves to sit on the unfortunately lumpy Chroma(tm) brand sofa in this shambles of a house, casually tugging at his topmost couple shirt buttons as he does.
One of his shoulders is still pretty injured, so please politely ignore that and behold the other side of his neck, free of charge. He's clearly collecting bad ideas??]
[ reim reminds her quite a lot of nash, with this fussiness of his. he’s high strung but has a mouth he’s not afraid to use, and it’s fun. it also makes her feel a little guilty for ditching him after he confessed to her, but he’s resilient—he’ll be fine.
now isn’t the time for reminiscing on the man she peaced out on, though. ]
Take better care of yourself, you fool.
[ a very helpful comment, before she sinks her teeth into his neck, piercing through the flesh, and then she covers the holes with her tongue to suck.
[Reim scoffs, tilting his head slightly away from her, equal parts his reluctance to go through with this and a polite gesture to give her... some space.
He's not thinking about it. Another quick remark (For whose sake, yours or mine?) dies on his tongue, stopped by his flinching at the pain in his neck.
hm yes this is the strangest thing he's ever felt, 0/10, where is he supposed to look right now??]
it’s the first time she’s actually gotten to feed since she got here, instead sustaining herself on the fresh fruits and vegetables she found… sleeping works briefly, but there’s nothing for her energy like drinking blood.
she drinks until she’s satisfied, which will probably leave reim a little woozy but otherwise unharmed, and she sits back with a contented sigh. ]
That wasn’t so bad, was it? Thank you for the service.
[did she bring him a nice bandage or is he just going to drip for a little bit, here]
Hmm. [Hmm, he's too lightheaded to give her more than a half-hearted stern look, just let him shut his eyes for a moment.] I wouldn't say it was good, either... I think I'll be bedridden for the rest of the day, thanks to you.
[He has only so many bandage supplies!! After a moment he half-heartedly covers his own drippy bite mark with his hand, eyes still closed, making a face.]
On me? No, certainly not, but please help yourself to my... kitchen.
[Kitchen, he says with disdain, because it sucks. There is a tiny fruit bowl from the garden, anyway, probably. Apples n' shit.]
[ sierra does just that, and returns with the whole bowl—apples, blood oranges, and there is also an aggressively red banana that she thinks is probably fine. ]
What do you want?
[ it’s nice, but also, she’s definitely treating him like a child. ]
[Oh, he thought this was just a continuation of Sierra coming into his house and eating stuff, this is a new twist. He opens... one whole eye, to scrutinize her.]
Most people can be grateful without being told. [Maybe not about being fed fruit... but his whole being is too wobbly at the moment to elaborate. Anyway.]
Whatever takes the least effort to eat would be wonderful.
[ it could be, but she figures this time he deserves first dibs on his own food. the faster he’s back on his feet, the faster she can have blood again.
for her part, she’s feeling perky. ]
All right. Open up, blood-boy.
[ sometimes she just can’t use his name. that’s how it’s going to be. she peels the red banana, pressing it to his mouth. ]
she thinks it’s funny to harass him like this, but she won’t push it. once he starts kicking up a fuss, she pulls back. more sincerely, she wipes off the banana that got all smushed against his face. ]
It really is good for you, though. Here.
[ she’ll hand him the nanner, like a normal person. ]
[Why is she like this!! Reim somehow makes it through having her wipe his face like he's not a grown-ass man, taking the banana and eating a bite like a normal person.
Still pretty awkward because she did all That, though.]
If- [ahem] If you're looking for some additional opportunities for charity, something to stop my neck from bleeding besides my hand would be nice.
[Those are his things... Whatever, he doesn't have anything interesting lying around. He's finishing the banana when she comes back and wiggles the peel at her in place of a scolding finger. Now, listen,]
It's the least you could do. For something as important as blood...!
[Dang!! Anyway. Hmm. He's quiet for a solid thirty seconds or so before he can't help but ask,]
What does it... How does it taste? [what is the appeal!]
[ sierra looks at him, withdrawing the cloth to check his neck—it’s cleaner, certainly, and she’s pretty sure he won’t be doing much more bleeding. he should put something on that, though. ]
It’s sweet, I suppose. Not in the way that fruit or candy is, but more like water fresh from a spring. Something in human blood tastes rich and delicious.
[The very thought!! He wiggles the banana peel again more insistently, like a grown up, before gingerly touching his neck to confirm it's not bleeding so much anymore. Hm.]
I prefer to understand the strange situations I find myself in, that's all. As much as is possible...
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Do I...? [Give him a moment to remember his lore... Oh Right.] Ah— oh.
[...]
Me, really?
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[ this is a loaded conversation, but she really is exclusively talking about blood.
sierra motions for him to lower his collar, with expectantly raised eyebrows and a smile that’s somehow playful—is she serious about asking for blood? yes and no. she won’t force him, but she also wouldn’t refuse the chance if he allowed her. ]
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Just how much of this "treat" do you think you're having?
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[ she’s not going to turn him into a vampire, if that’s what he’s worried about—the offer won’t be properly extended for a long while yet. ]
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It's just barely enough, but besides, better him than someone else. This must be what literally everyone who witnessed his memories meant when they called him someone incapable who still walks straight into trouble.]
Alright. Should I... sit?
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[ she’s clearly happy with his compliance. although she takes other vampires to task for feeding on humans, it’s only because they have no restraint. she just needs a bit of blood to keep her strong. there’s no need to kill the poor humans in the process. ]
It’s for a good cause. I promise.
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[She's literally using him as a drinking fountain, so he's allowed to be like this. Regardless, he moves to sit on the unfortunately lumpy Chroma(tm) brand sofa in this shambles of a house, casually tugging at his topmost couple shirt buttons as he does.
One of his shoulders is still pretty injured, so please politely ignore that and behold the other side of his neck, free of charge. He's clearly collecting bad ideas??]
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now isn’t the time for reminiscing on the man she peaced out on, though. ]
Take better care of yourself, you fool.
[ a very helpful comment, before she sinks her teeth into his neck, piercing through the flesh, and then she covers the holes with her tongue to suck.
yummo! ]
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He's not thinking about it. Another quick remark (For whose sake, yours or mine?) dies on his tongue, stopped by his flinching at the pain in his neck.
hm yes this is the strangest thing he's ever felt, 0/10, where is he supposed to look right now??]
Remember, I'm not an open buffet.
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[ it tastes good.
it’s the first time she’s actually gotten to feed since she got here, instead sustaining herself on the fresh fruits and vegetables she found… sleeping works briefly, but there’s nothing for her energy like drinking blood.
she drinks until she’s satisfied, which will probably leave reim a little woozy but otherwise unharmed, and she sits back with a contented sigh. ]
That wasn’t so bad, was it? Thank you for the service.
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Hmm. [Hmm, he's too lightheaded to give her more than a half-hearted stern look, just let him shut his eyes for a moment.] I wouldn't say it was good, either... I think I'll be bedridden for the rest of the day, thanks to you.
[damn, lady!! he needed that juice!!]
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You’re welcome. Aren’t you grateful for the day off? I’ll even stick around to make sure you’re all right.
[ she watches him, licking her lips clean of any further blood. ]
Do you have any fruits on you?
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On me? No, certainly not, but please help yourself to my... kitchen.
[Kitchen, he says with disdain, because it sucks. There is a tiny fruit bowl from the garden, anyway, probably. Apples n' shit.]
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What do you want?
[ it’s nice, but also, she’s definitely treating him like a child. ]
I’ll feed you, so be grateful.
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Most people can be grateful without being told. [Maybe not about being fed fruit... but his whole being is too wobbly at the moment to elaborate. Anyway.]
Whatever takes the least effort to eat would be wonderful.
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for her part, she’s feeling perky. ]
All right. Open up, blood-boy.
[ sometimes she just can’t use his name. that’s how it’s going to be. she peels the red banana, pressing it to his mouth. ]
It’s good for you.
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Stop that—! [he says this and gets banana mushed on his face, it's pathetic, let him rest.] I can eat on my own!
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[ why is she so crass though
she thinks it’s funny to harass him like this, but she won’t push it. once he starts kicking up a fuss, she pulls back. more sincerely, she wipes off the banana that got all smushed against his face. ]
It really is good for you, though. Here.
[ she’ll hand him the nanner, like a normal person. ]
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Still pretty awkward because she did all That, though.]
If- [ahem] If you're looking for some additional opportunities for charity, something to stop my neck from bleeding besides my hand would be nice.
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[ she’s not going to leave him with that bloody neck now that he’s asked, though she definitely would have done it if he hadn’t mentioned it first. ]
It’ll stop on its own soon, but I’ll find something to clean you up with. Wait here, and try not to pass out.
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[That's actually sincere, despite all of this, so appreciate him. He's going to eat his banana in peace while he waits.]
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anyway, there’s the sound of her rummaging around for way longer than she needs to, looking for things to use to patch him up.
when she returns, it’s with a cloth, dampened in cool (or at least room temperature) water, and she kindly joins him on the shitty couch. ]
I don’t know where your bandages are, but these wounds tend not to bleed long, and the bleeding is all I promised to help with.
[ she holds the cloth against his neck, firmly. ]
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It's the least you could do. For something as important as blood...!
[Dang!! Anyway. Hmm. He's quiet for a solid thirty seconds or so before he can't help but ask,]
What does it... How does it taste? [what is the appeal!]
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[ sierra looks at him, withdrawing the cloth to check his neck—it’s cleaner, certainly, and she’s pretty sure he won’t be doing much more bleeding. he should put something on that, though. ]
It’s sweet, I suppose. Not in the way that fruit or candy is, but more like water fresh from a spring. Something in human blood tastes rich and delicious.
[ she smiles. ]
Did you want to try?
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[The very thought!! He wiggles the banana peel again more insistently, like a grown up, before gingerly touching his neck to confirm it's not bleeding so much anymore. Hm.]
I prefer to understand the strange situations I find myself in, that's all. As much as is possible...
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