[ It is easier this time to pull away, likely because he's not ravenous and weak. Even so, he runs his tongue over the marks his fangs left behind, to make sure he gets every available drop before the wounds seal, and his hands are trembling faintly as he wipes at the corners of his lips and sucks the stray smears of blood from his fingertips. Gods, it's almost, almost like being alive again. He's warm. He didn't get the chance to notice it before, but he can feel it now. How remarkable.
After a moment of...collecting himself, his dark red gaze turns to regard Max, teeth still stained slightly red as he smiles slowly. ]
Well...you haven't crumpled to the ground. That must be a good sign.
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Date: 2020-12-07 07:29 am (UTC)After a moment of...collecting himself, his dark red gaze turns to regard Max, teeth still stained slightly red as he smiles slowly. ]
Well...you haven't crumpled to the ground. That must be a good sign.