[Oh, helmet grabbed -- He ends up leaning forward into it, that big ol' eye of his squinting a little... but it's followed by him taking their hands so he can gently bonk his screen against their nose like a kiss, only to let them go again.]
Fine, ouais, yeah... we ready. Nice seein'em so excited for this, anyway. Even if I worry my dick's gonna fall off after they through with me.
[ TV smooches! Nen makes a small, happy sound as the static zaps their nose and plunks themself back down in his lap. They turn around until they can face Max again proper (since it would be rude to stay straddled over Chipp forever), hands in their lap. ]
Perfect. [Max smiles and nods. He waves his hand and materializes a cute little coffee cup. Has red writing on it; Bottoms Up.
Under it is the picture of a nice ass in a pair of jeans.
Max lifts his arm and sinks his shark teeth into his forearm. Then holds the wound over the cup. The blood that comes out is marbled. Red and white, no mixing, they swirl like a liquid candy cane. It drips into the cup. Then the flow thins and stops on command. Max licks his arm to seal the wound and holds out the cup.]
[ It's a gruesome sight. He hasn't sterilized his arm at all, isn't using any proper equipment, and it isn't being done under the supervision of a physician. Nen wonders of gods are immune to infection. Mouths are full of bacteria and licking a wound is far from the best way to address it.
Then again: god.
Nen takes the cup with both hands and a small "thank-you." They look down into the odd, swirling colours and wonder if it will taste like strawberry jam. Mint, maybe? Or maybe it'll be unpleasant like their own. ]
If I experience any adverse reactions, please call Shigeru. He is my doctor.
[ That seems like enough preparation? Chipp will handle things if something happens, surely. Nen sends him a small glance out of the corner of their eye and waits for the subtle nod of his head before bringing the cup up to their lips and taking a reluctant sip.
And blinking. It's not bad--rather, the opposite. Like peanut butter but not, sweet but soothing and electrifying and delicious. Hesitation vanishes and Nen tips the cup to down the rest. They even go so far as to lick the rip of the cup and their lips.
His blood is so, so good. Better than good. It's not just the taste either; Nen can feel it in their veins, tingling in their skin sending goosebumps down their limbs. Their stomach flip-flops and their face flushes with a ruddy grey; they shiver. The general fatigue in their limbs feels like a faraway dream. It feels like they could jog if they wanted to, run and maybe even jump--
The cup is empty all too soon and all Nen wants is m o r e. They shove the cup back towards Max with hungry eyes, huffing. ]
[Max watches Nen drink the blood. First their slow sip to try the taste. Then the delicious flavor takes over and they go all in. No need to call Shigeru now, clearly. It's gone, the cup licked clean, and they are already asking for more. Max shakes his head.]
No more for thirty days. That's why the risk of addiction is so strong. It's fucking delicious, right? I give you more, we start risking blood bonds and we already said we'd rather avoid that.
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[ THIS COULD BE AMAZING?? Of course they'd be just as happy being able to, you know, maintain the pace of a light jog. Speedy-walking. Jumping.
RIP to Chipp but Nen's going to wiggle with anticipation, turning around to rise up on their knees and hold his TV with both hands. ]
I will remember. I promise-!
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[Because that? That's just cute. So very very cute.]
Well then. We ready to begin? I did summon and bring an alternative but I'm sure we like plan A best from the looks and sounds of it.
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He ends up leaning forward into it, that big ol' eye of his squinting a little... but it's followed by him taking their hands so he can gently bonk his screen against their nose like a kiss, only to let them go again.]
Fine, ouais, yeah... we ready. Nice seein'em so excited for this, anyway.
Even if I worry my dick's gonna fall off after they through with me.
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Do not worry, I will take good care of your dick.
[ and to Max: ]
I am ready.
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Under it is the picture of a nice ass in a pair of jeans.
Max lifts his arm and sinks his shark teeth into his forearm. Then holds the wound over the cup. The blood that comes out is marbled. Red and white, no mixing, they swirl like a liquid candy cane. It drips into the cup. Then the flow thins and stops on command. Max licks his arm to seal the wound and holds out the cup.]
Here you go.
going out of order here oop--
Then again: god.
Nen takes the cup with both hands and a small "thank-you." They look down into the odd, swirling colours and wonder if it will taste like strawberry jam. Mint, maybe? Or maybe it'll be unpleasant like their own. ]
If I experience any adverse reactions, please call Shigeru. He is my doctor.
[ That seems like enough preparation? Chipp will handle things if something happens, surely. Nen sends him a small glance out of the corner of their eye and waits for the subtle nod of his head before bringing the cup up to their lips and taking a reluctant sip.
And blinking. It's not bad--rather, the opposite. Like peanut butter but not, sweet but soothing and electrifying and delicious. Hesitation vanishes and Nen tips the cup to down the rest. They even go so far as to lick the rip of the cup and their lips.
His blood is so, so good. Better than good. It's not just the taste either; Nen can feel it in their veins, tingling in their skin sending goosebumps down their limbs. Their stomach flip-flops and their face flushes with a ruddy grey; they shiver. The general fatigue in their limbs feels like a faraway dream. It feels like they could jog if they wanted to, run and maybe even jump--
The cup is empty all too soon and all Nen wants is m o r e. They shove the cup back towards Max with hungry eyes, huffing. ]
--Good. More, please.
We do it live!
No more for thirty days. That's why the risk of addiction is so strong. It's fucking delicious, right? I give you more, we start risking blood bonds and we already said we'd rather avoid that.
Sorry, Nenonen. You get more in thirty days.