[His winky should soften...give him a break...it's like when dogs get excited over stupid shit and their full boner pops out. There's a motion to catch Takasugi, should the need arise, but he seems just fine.
The inability to transform others is something of a gift -- in literally every instance but this one. He'd like not to bare responsibility for turning everyone he's ever fed from. He's prepared to contest that remark, but he's swept into silence with that thumb; a fleeting silence, one that lasts a sweep of the tongue, a pull draws the digit between his lips for another moment.]
Aren't you selfish. [If the thumb lingers, he'll be speaking around it, nibbling it insistently.] Don't act as though we've killed others for less.
[Still, he has zero plans to force Takasugi into this; it isn't like he has anything specific to gain...which...is so odd...his fascination with the warrior is a very clear result of his worsening psychosis.]
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The inability to transform others is something of a gift -- in literally every instance but this one. He'd like not to bare responsibility for turning everyone he's ever fed from. He's prepared to contest that remark, but he's swept into silence with that thumb; a fleeting silence, one that lasts a sweep of the tongue, a pull draws the digit between his lips for another moment.]
Aren't you selfish. [If the thumb lingers, he'll be speaking around it, nibbling it insistently.] Don't act as though we've killed others for less.
[Still, he has zero plans to force Takasugi into this; it isn't like he has anything specific to gain...which...is so odd...his fascination with the warrior is a very clear result of his worsening psychosis.]