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blood. fresh blood. he's drowning in it. it's all over his face, in his mouth, coating his tongue with that familiar metallic taste. the remnants of a torn out throat are held tightly in the clutches of merciless canine teeth.

an audience is the last thing he needs.

flattery will get her nowhere with him. save it for someone else.

all that flowery language certainly made it seem otherwise. offerings from strangers normally have a 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩.

sounds like he needs to get the stick out of his ass. if tolerating her is the price for some alcohol, then fine.

he's a lot of things, but a snitch isn't one of them. silently rising from his crouching position, spitting the mass of meat in his mouth onto floor. he lumbers closer to her, the movement stretching out his aching muscles.