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[ Her eyes narrow, slowly. ]

What, you're going to slice yourself to encourage me not to waste food?

[ Does she even hear her? Or himself?? ]

I would not offer this to everyone.

[ it's not a yes, or a no. not even a maybe.

though, it does show his clear intent to offer it whether she likes it or not. ]

Maybe we can call it a test of your will?

A test of my will.

[ She echoes him, a little hollowly. ]

So you cut yourself and if I just stand there and watch you drip blood on the floor, you become convinced that I'm fine and give up?

You have quite the imagination.

[ he rolls up one of the sleeves of his shirt, pushing it up towards his elbows. if he had wounds prior, it looks like it's healing along just fine alongside his other, age old scars. ] I wasn't going that far. Before you make me assume that's a request, you could just accept.

[ closer to the the vein may be better, and so he reaches to unsheathe his sword.

he should have brought a smaller knife. ]

[ And one hand shoots out to catch his wrist, her voice a low growl. ]

You are such a pain in the ass.

[ his eyes fall towards where she holds him in grip, and his lips curve upwards. ]

And you are one of the few who would label me as such without a hint reservation. [ but, maybe that's precisely why he can be here like this. no questions to intentions if just because she always seemed to want nothing to do with him at all. ]

You're about halfway there.

If I'm one of the few, then I'll stay that way. What're you gonna do, threaten me for it?

[ Though for some reason, likely for novelty purposes, he's always seemed charmed by it more than anything. ]

... If you agree to never talk about this to anyone, I'll consider it. [ Because it's going to be more of a pain to have to actively prevent him from cutting himself, apparently. ]

Do I seem like I would risk losing out on hearing someone curse me out from time to time? [ gebura isn't wrong, and he admits as much out loud. no hint of shame, just as he's felt zero remorse about his threats of spilling blood here in her room... ]

Who do you think I would tell exactly? I am offended to hear that you think my lips are that loose.

I think that you don't bother much to not speak your mind, whatever you're thinking of.

[ Flatly. ]

Siffrin seems to care about you, at least, so who knows. It proves people talk to you.

That isn't false. But, is there a reason to hold back in most cases?

[ in general. is he implying that maybe there would be a reason in this case? being gebura's own discomfort? he doesn't seem to confirm it, however. ]

So you say, but I would argue that speaking of your secrets with Siffrin probably wouldn't do much. [ siffrin didn't strike callisto as the type whose opinions changed easily once they were cast. at the very least, if they believed in every rumor and unsavory opinion about him, they wouldn't still be here. ] If I had really desired to spread it around, do you not think the network the best place?

[ he lets it linger for a second before: ] Of course, I would never.

It wouldn't benefit you, at the very least.

[ She releases his wrist with an irritated sigh. ]

Fine. But don't do this again. It won't end well for you.

[ In the tone of voice that suggests she will absolutely not answer the door for him next time, now that she knows he visits for these sorts of reasons (caring, apparently). ]

[ when she relinquishes her grip over him, he looks idly at where she once held him. ] What could happen? Would you drain me completely dry?

[ is this showing his disbelief that she would do such a thing? or the fact that he also doesn't take gebura as the type who would kill someone for something so petty? either way, with his wrist back, he begins undoing the buttons of his shirt. ]

I haven't found such an end yet, so I would say my odds are decent.

[ Before that-- ]

What the hell are you doing?

Making sure you do not starve.

[ he motions to himself, as if... this were obvious (it's not).

but, he figures it helps not to have blood on his clothes when he leaves. not with a handful of people on base barely getting through their present states as is. ] Did you have other ideas? [ don't make him more obnoxious than he already is... ]

I can just bite your lower arm. Keep your shirt on.

[ KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON!!! ]

If my clothes get blood on them, you don't think that would make me a rather enticing treat for everyone else? [ not that he cares about the issues that would cause down the line as much as he simply couldn't be bothered with it.

but, he does stop undressing for a moment. ] Do you plan to take responsibility in such a case?

That won't happen. I'm not sure why you think I'm going to be that messy of an eater.

[ Like okay, maybe she has to lick the spot a bit to ensure that, but the last thing she needs is Callisto proudly making comments about him being shirtless or something else. Siffrin had drank from her wrist and it wasn't that big a deal. ]

Perhaps because I've seen you draw blood before.

[ he says with a carefree motion of his hands. but, he does remain still now. his shirt still unbuttoned, but not discarded. he holds his arm out eventually, his eyes locked on hers. ] Will I get to see your neat eating habits then?

If it shuts you up.

[ It probably won't, but she slips a hand under his arm to hold it steady, making sure the sleeve is out of the way before nosing the skin to find a decent vein--and biting down.

Thankfully, it's as smooth as she can possibly make it. ]

[ there's that natural inclination he has to open his mouth again. but, before he can, he feels the way she secures his arm, and just like that she bites. he keeps his reaction controlled, his brows knitting together briefly, and then nothing to suggest any sort of pain. ]

Is this your way of showing consideration? [ he can tell she could have made this far more unbearable and yet she doesn't. with her drinking his blood, the room feels even more quiet for a moment. thankfully, he's here to break that. ]

How does it taste? Well, knowing it's my blood... [ it has to be exquisite, or so is the implication. ]

[ Gebura draws back as soon as he asks, swiping a thumb across the seams of her mouth because if she licks her lips to clear them of blood, he's definitely going to consider that a triumph.

It... helped, admittedly. Which she hates, but for now, it's simply going to be what she has to endure, isn't it? ]

It tastes like blood. So it's satisfactory enough.

[ from her expression alone, he could tell it wasn't bad at least. but, she really should do something about her words. which he has no trouble expressing. ]

My lady, this is where you should say "it's delicious." That's the least a dinner guest should offer.

[ is he really being offended right now?

well, it seems like it's more in good fun, at least. ]

It's fine.

[ Callisto, you will have to fight her to get her to ever call it delicious. ]

And you shouldn't have cause to worry about me now, right? I've fed. [ And he doesn't have to slice up his arm or stab himself or anything else remotely idiotic. ]

[ damn, why is so hard to get hear a compliment in this place... ]

Are in that much of a hurry to rush me out? [ he gestures back down to his clothes which still haven't fully returned to previous state. ] I've barely had time to get dressed after the act.

Again, I wasn't the one who told you to do that in the first place.

[ Like. He did that himself? Callisto?? You could have spared yourself all of this by not even checking on her?

Well, it's a sign of caring and we all know how much Gebura dislikes that, though. ]

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