[She knows that he won't take what he needs right now if they don't. And he needs to see that it's okay to ask this much.
For a moment she almost instinctively says wherever he'd like is fine, like a flash back to the mistletoe game. But then, well-- maybe this is her opportunity to be a little selfish too.]
Oh, right... Um.... here...
[She takes off the small jacket that goes with her outfit, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. Pulling her hair to the other side where it won't get in the way of her neck. Tilting her head to the side a little, she blushes.]
[Well now he's blushing because that's intimate but he did it to Crow and he's... A little dazed with hunger and want so he doesn't voice a protest, putting a hand on her shoulder gently and leaning in to the neck he's being invited to.]
[ It's not obvious from the way he's casually leaning on the wall, but there's a slight smile that floats across his face as he thinks to himself, "Get it, Towa!"]
[Look this is embarrassing but also hot. He can't really deny that it's... Extremely attractive, being this close to Towa, noticing how nice she smells. His breath tickling her neck.
And he's exceedingly hungry too.
So he sinks his fangs in, trying to be gentle, but there's only so gently one can bite.]
[There is pain-- sharp, quick. But the feeling of his breath and lips on her neck lingers. It's that intimacy that's so attractive. She holds back her voice, but her breath hitches.
He can't see her face at least, but she does worry he'll pick up on the way her heart flutters and beats wildly with him so close.
She gently runs her fingers through his hair, cradling his head against her; soothing and encouraging him to take what he needs.]
[ If Crow had any sense of shame (or perhaps the word here is "decency"), he'd look away and give them their privacy. But he doesn't, and he drinks in the incredibly attractive sight— two very hot people that he cares for in this intimate moment. ]
[Well if her heartrate is fast so is his! And he won't comment on her breath hitching, though he worries for it. He settles a hand on the small of her back, meaning to comfort, though it just adds to the intimacy.
And while he drinks, he tries to stop before it is too much. It seems like not enough, just with Crow, but he worries, and she's so tiny it's not like she has much blood to spare? He'll pull away what seems like too soon.]
[He pulls away and she knows it’s likely far from enough. She looks up at him, searching his face for answers—— though she’s fairly sure she already knows why. She pulls the hand at the back of his neck around to cup his cheek as she looks at him.
Her voice is affected... but not by the blood she’s given. Her eyes are sharp. Physically she’s more than fine, although her face is still blushing like crazy.]
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...make sure you get all the broken pieces of my cup.
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Anyway...
[Now that we're ignoring all of that.]
Why don't we have a seat over here. Standing... probably isn't too convenient for you, considering how short I am.
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Yeah, if you're sure...?
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Yeah, of course-- I'm sure.
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[He is starving and if he protests they'll both read him the riot act. He just. Gives in and sits with her.]
Uh. Where should I?
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For a moment she almost instinctively says wherever he'd like is fine, like a flash back to the mistletoe game. But then, well-- maybe this is her opportunity to be a little selfish too.]
Oh, right... Um.... here...
[She takes off the small jacket that goes with her outfit, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. Pulling her hair to the other side where it won't get in the way of her neck. Tilting her head to the side a little, she blushes.]
R-right here. That's... what I want.
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You're sure about this?
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[There’s no wavering or uncertainty in that. But she doesn’t press him either, letting him take the time and get the reassurance he needs.]
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And he's exceedingly hungry too.
So he sinks his fangs in, trying to be gentle, but there's only so gently one can bite.]
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He can't see her face at least, but she does worry he'll pick up on the way her heart flutters and beats wildly with him so close.
She gently runs her fingers through his hair, cradling his head against her; soothing and encouraging him to take what he needs.]
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And while he drinks, he tries to stop before it is too much. It seems like not enough, just with Crow, but he worries, and she's so tiny it's not like she has much blood to spare? He'll pull away what seems like too soon.]
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Her voice is affected... but not by the blood she’s given. Her eyes are sharp. Physically she’s more than fine, although her face is still blushing like crazy.]
Rean... I’m okay. Don’t stop...
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