[It’s not one of Shell’s bright sunshine smiles, but it’s better than heart-wrenching sobs, that’s for sure.
Chuuya watches Shell drink the glass of blood with the same expression he would if a person was partaking of wine, nodding when the glass is quickly drained. He’s not gonna bitch about Shell not savoring it; he needs sustenance above all else right now. Flavor can come later.]
Good. Then let’s sleep.
[Time for Chuuya to try navigating the house while still slightly intoxicated.]
Where’s your room? I don’t wanna sleep on the couch.
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Chuuya watches Shell drink the glass of blood with the same expression he would if a person was partaking of wine, nodding when the glass is quickly drained. He’s not gonna bitch about Shell not savoring it; he needs sustenance above all else right now. Flavor can come later.]
Good. Then let’s sleep.
[Time for Chuuya to try navigating the house while still slightly intoxicated.]
Where’s your room? I don’t wanna sleep on the couch.
[Such a rude, demanding guest.]