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voidtreckerexpress2019-10-05 08:39 pm
dredefulchilde) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-10-05 08:39 pm
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A Midnight Snack
Who: Joscelin and Reigen. And you, if you want to join the party.
Where: Kitchen
When: Bassoon, Day 16 (the wee hours of the morning, before they stop at the station)
What: Joss gets peckish, and Reigen learns there's more to this "anemia" thing than he thought.
Warning: Blood!
Joscelin has only the faintest of memories of the last two days. He remembers boarding the train and then falling into his bunk, still clothed. After that, everything is hazy. He must have gotten up to change at some point, because when he comes to himself again roughly forty-eight hours later he's in his pajamas. The rest is blessedly blank nothingness.
He's still very weak, but being comatose for two days straight at least took care of the last of the poison in his system. Now, he needs blood. He needs to gorge himself on the stuff, replenishing his reserves. And he needs to do it soon, because his roommates look and smell like tasty snacks and he'd promised he'd be good.
The tiny vampire pulls on a hoodie and staggers towards the kitchen and the Magic Refrigerator. His salvation.
...
When Reigen comes in twenty minutes later, he's finishing his seventh bag, sucking on it like a juice box. He'll have a sore tummy from stuffing himself like this later on, but he doesn't mind. He's finally sated.
Where: Kitchen
When: Bassoon, Day 16 (the wee hours of the morning, before they stop at the station)
What: Joss gets peckish, and Reigen learns there's more to this "anemia" thing than he thought.
Warning: Blood!
Joscelin has only the faintest of memories of the last two days. He remembers boarding the train and then falling into his bunk, still clothed. After that, everything is hazy. He must have gotten up to change at some point, because when he comes to himself again roughly forty-eight hours later he's in his pajamas. The rest is blessedly blank nothingness.
He's still very weak, but being comatose for two days straight at least took care of the last of the poison in his system. Now, he needs blood. He needs to gorge himself on the stuff, replenishing his reserves. And he needs to do it soon, because his roommates look and smell like tasty snacks and he'd promised he'd be good.
The tiny vampire pulls on a hoodie and staggers towards the kitchen and the Magic Refrigerator. His salvation.
...
When Reigen comes in twenty minutes later, he's finishing his seventh bag, sucking on it like a juice box. He'll have a sore tummy from stuffing himself like this later on, but he doesn't mind. He's finally sated.