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[ the word 'blood' gets a reaction out of Souji when everything else fails to. his body stills, his shoulders tense, something rolls in the pit of his stomach even as he tries to repress it. ]
[ she was right about one thing, nothing smells as good. He's stuck it out for so long. He doesn't want to be reminded. Souji takes in a deep breath, even as his blood lust sharpens. ]
They don't really seem like your type anyway. [ he barely manages to sound casual ]