#so if my idea doesn't work we can honestly chalk it up to chiyo not having as much control over her vampiric urges as she thought

[quietlyblooms]

@goldcnpeaks helps me test kojirou!

" what the fuck's going on? "

his tone is harsher than he'd typically use, but surely jovie will understand, considering blood pools beneath his fingers. his neck aches and stings where chiyo bit him only moments ago, though the blonde is nowhere to be seen now. she bolted the minute jovie and luka managed to tear her off of kojirou, her eyes wide and panicked as he stared back at her. he isn't sure what he felt, what he feels -- scared? concerned? both, perhaps, and confused definitely. maybe a little woozy, too ( blood has never been his friend ).

speaking of which... the artist pulls is hand away from his neck and goes white, feeling his stomach churn at the crimson glistening upon his fingertips. hastily he discards his flannel and presses it to his wound, takes several steadying breaths. oh, this is bad. he's not lightheaded yet, but this has to be pretty bad, right?

" you know something i don't, so spill it. " it's easier to focus on jovie than himself. " why the hell did chiyo nearly take a chunk outta me? "