[If Izumi didn't know any better he'd swear he was doing this on purpose. Is blood a soup? He's sure there's a YouTube video about this somewhere that's sparked miles' worth of threads of online discourse.
The smell of blood is long gone, but unfortunately, the appealing scent of Izumi himself lingers in the room even after he heads for the kitchen, and Sandalphon can slowly begin to feel himself unhinge. He lurches over, still clearly unwell, and embraces him from behind, burying his face in the side of his neck. Ah, he can feel his pulse from here...]
If it's you...if it's you, it'll taste delicious...
[He's trying to keep up with the conversation, he really is. It's the last thing keeping him tethered.]
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The smell of blood is long gone, but unfortunately, the appealing scent of Izumi himself lingers in the room even after he heads for the kitchen, and Sandalphon can slowly begin to feel himself unhinge. He lurches over, still clearly unwell, and embraces him from behind, burying his face in the side of his neck. Ah, he can feel his pulse from here...]
If it's you...if it's you, it'll taste delicious...
[He's trying to keep up with the conversation, he really is. It's the last thing keeping him tethered.]