[ Keith blinks, giving Steak an owlish look. That went about ten times smoother than he was anticipating and he's very much thrown off script. ]
Oh...
[ Like he isn't the one that asked. But the continued rustling in the forest quickly snaps him right out of that. Turning his attention to Steak's neck, he breathes out, determined not to think about how weird this all is ... which means that's precisely what he's thinking about as he comes closer to his travel partner / buddy (?) and ugh yikes, he can't just do this without saying anything right?
Well instead of a nice "thank you, Steak" or whatever, he gets a mildly embarrassed and grumped: ]
Don't move.
[ Gingerly, he puts his hands on Steak's shoulder and leans in to bite his neck. Whatever thoughts he might have had about the weird goddamn intimacy surrounding feeding is then hilariously offset by the taste of the guy's blood.
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Oh...
[ Like he isn't the one that asked. But the continued rustling in the forest quickly snaps him right out of that. Turning his attention to Steak's neck, he breathes out, determined not to think about how weird this all is ... which means that's precisely what he's thinking about as he comes closer to his travel partner / buddy (?) and ugh yikes, he can't just do this without saying anything right?
Well instead of a nice "thank you, Steak" or whatever, he gets a mildly embarrassed and grumped: ]
Don't move.
[ Gingerly, he puts his hands on Steak's shoulder and leans in to bite his neck. Whatever thoughts he might have had about the weird goddamn intimacy surrounding feeding is then hilariously offset by the taste of the guy's blood.
Why is it familiar.
Why is it..... vaguely beefy. ]