〔 her hands would lower , ignoring the weird warmth along her cheeks from the sudden proximity. 〕

〝 i’m best at controlling my own blood , but i could try to stop yours if you do let me taste it. 〞

〔 yet her judgements would come to a halt as she was suddenly pushed against a wall , breath hitching. her fight or flight sense immediately kicked in , about to resort to something — until asa asked that question. 〕

〝 feh . . 〞 ⤵️

lumb.

that’s so weird wth ?? 😭

lumb.

that happened to me before

i just changed it to being the same handle w one missing letter , then changed it right back and it went away so u could try that ?

〔 her eyes would dart around , as if looking for it. 〕

〝 i musta' gotten hungry on the way , 'cause i dunno where it went. everything is blurry and weird . . 〞

〔 unbeknownst to her , a grim tension floated in the air from her words. her last memory belonged to her last day on earth , before . . 〕

〔 pulling back to think for a moment , she remained seated on him. her memory was very , very blotched. bits and pieces were a blur , as if on purpose. 〕

〝 i dunno . . last thing i remember was. mmgh. i thiiink - getting you a cake for your birthday ? 〞⤵️

〔 was she always this loud ? it's not helping the crowd staring at them. though , her sour expression would soon soften into a smile. 〕

〝 unless you let me suck your wrist. letting all that blood spill is a waste ! 〞

〔 . . a very strange request , let alone some strange imagery to imagine. 〕