He doesn’t know if he can regenerate enough blood. This is - a very unusual situation? He thinks he’ll be okay since he’s stuck in this half-unsealed state. He can’t say it with any certainty, however. ]
I don’t want you to be hungry either. A third of the blood you need, just to get by? [ He drops his arm and looks at Mika, eyes entreating. ] I’ll visit a healer everyday if I have to - or… we might be able to get another volunteer.
( He really wants to argue, and he looks as much, but it's also difficult to slap away all reasonable approaches to managing his situation when Mika's management method (avoidance) led to this situation to begin with.
He grits his teeth, frustrated - at himself, rather than Ginger. )
... Fine. ( Reluctantly!! ) ... Just a little bit. With a healer on standby. And someone else to help. I'll... We'll... figure out the specifics.
[ His smile turns crooked at the apology. He doesn’t need to say it, but he understands why Mika did it. He’s very familiar with things like avoidance, stalling, running - from his feelings, his own thoughts, his own fears. But he’s always been bad about running from people. ]
I’m sorry, too. I’ll tell you why later. Um, when we’re not like this…?
[ Mentally and physically exhausted, covered in blood, additional demon/vampire side-effects.
He sits up and catches Mika’s hand before it falls from his neck, threading their fingers together like the last time they were here on this couch. ]
Heh, like we’re kids. [ It’s a warm thing, another bit of lingering reassurance he seeks. Mika won’t run again. Ginger will be here to help him. Others will help too, he’s sure.
Mika will be okay.
(… Though it would be nice if Ginger could be the only one.) ]
( He'll agree to shelve whatever that's about for now, but he's Concerned over whatever Ginger thinks he has to apologize for. He doesn't think there's anything. )
... I won't let you forget.
( Kids... If there's anything that gets the twitch of a smile from him, it's that - it doesn't fully form, because there's just... so much weighing on him, but. Ginger's touch helps. His smile helps. His words help a lot.
He squeezes tight. Like when he was a kid. Back when he had his family - his real family, that he...
He squeezes a little tighter. This... feels a little like family, too. )
... Would be nice if we still were.
( For that brief period of his life, things were... nice. Even knowing what he knows now about the truth of what was going on then. Even knowing they were being used. He was oblivious, then. And things were ... okay.
He exhales, soft. He doesn't know if things can be okay now, but they can be better than this, maybe. Having Ginger around... helps. And... he thinks that, even if he might not have the right to - he... does want to protect him. Protect this, whatever this was, that made Ginger want to stay close and warm with him. )
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No. Even if you're not human, you can't possibly have enough blood in your body to sustain that. It needs time to regenerate.
( Unless... he does...??? But he's worried??? )
And that's even if I was okay with just... hurting you because I'm hungry.
( Which he's not!! )
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[ Some of it clearly did, but the feeding itself…
He doesn’t know if he can regenerate enough blood. This is - a very unusual situation? He thinks he’ll be okay since he’s stuck in this half-unsealed state. He can’t say it with any certainty, however. ]
I don’t want you to be hungry either. A third of the blood you need, just to get by? [ He drops his arm and looks at Mika, eyes entreating. ] I’ll visit a healer everyday if I have to - or… we might be able to get another volunteer.
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He grits his teeth, frustrated - at himself, rather than Ginger. )
... Fine. ( Reluctantly!! ) ... Just a little bit. With a healer on standby. And someone else to help. I'll... We'll... figure out the specifics.
( ...
... His fingers curl into Ginger's skin... )
... Sorry for running away.
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[ His smile turns crooked at the apology. He doesn’t need to say it, but he understands why Mika did it. He’s very familiar with things like avoidance, stalling, running - from his feelings, his own thoughts, his own fears. But he’s always been bad about running from people. ]
I’m sorry, too. I’ll tell you why later. Um, when we’re not like this…?
[ Mentally and physically exhausted, covered in blood, additional demon/vampire side-effects.
He sits up and catches Mika’s hand before it falls from his neck, threading their fingers together like the last time they were here on this couch. ]
Heh, like we’re kids. [ It’s a warm thing, another bit of lingering reassurance he seeks. Mika won’t run again. Ginger will be here to help him. Others will help too, he’s sure.
Mika will be okay.
(… Though it would be nice if Ginger could be the only one.) ]
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... I won't let you forget.
( Kids... If there's anything that gets the twitch of a smile from him, it's that - it doesn't fully form, because there's just... so much weighing on him, but. Ginger's touch helps. His smile helps. His words help a lot.
He squeezes tight. Like when he was a kid. Back when he had his family - his real family, that he...
He squeezes a little tighter. This... feels a little like family, too. )
... Would be nice if we still were.
( For that brief period of his life, things were... nice. Even knowing what he knows now about the truth of what was going on then. Even knowing they were being used. He was oblivious, then. And things were ... okay.
He exhales, soft. He doesn't know if things can be okay now, but they can be better than this, maybe. Having Ginger around... helps. And... he thinks that, even if he might not have the right to - he... does want to protect him. Protect this, whatever this was, that made Ginger want to stay close and warm with him. )