[He sniffles when Chuuya pats his cheeks, tears already streaming down his face -- but no sobs. He managed to rein them in at least a little bit.]
[But he won't sit down on the couch just yet, tugging gently to free his arm from Chuuya's grip.]
A-Actually... I think I should drink something-- blood, I mean. I was already kinda hungry at the bar.
[And not animal blood, because the last thing he wants to do is play russian roulette with whether it'll make him sick when he's full of booze. Human blood made him nauseous for a different reason, but at least he'd be able to keep it down.]
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[But he won't sit down on the couch just yet, tugging gently to free his arm from Chuuya's grip.]
A-Actually... I think I should drink something-- blood, I mean. I was already kinda hungry at the bar.
[And not animal blood, because the last thing he wants to do is play russian roulette with whether it'll make him sick when he's full of booze. Human blood made him nauseous for a different reason, but at least he'd be able to keep it down.]