( closed. ) catch-all

[uncourteous]

WHO: callisto... and people. 🧍‍♂️
WHAT: catch-all.
WHERE: seoul, busan, & everywhere in between!
WHEN: throughout the month (that's almost over)
WARNINGS: blood, gore, & anything else will be updated as i go!

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[bemist]

[ Before that-- ]

What the hell are you doing?

[uncourteous]

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... ]

[bemist]

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

[ KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON!!! ]

[uncourteous]

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?

[bemist]

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. ]

[uncourteous]

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?

[bemist]

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. ]

[uncourteous]

[ 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. ]

[bemist]

[ 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.

[uncourteous]

[ 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. ]

[bemist]

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. ]

[uncourteous]

[ 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.

[bemist]

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. ]

[uncourteous]

Do you not believe in taking responsibility?

[ he did 100% do this to himself, but it doesn't mean he's not going to attempt her to rope her into this. opposite to his words, however, he is buttoning his shirt back up. ] I jest. You do not need to think on it unnecessarily. Not even I am the type to gossip over such matters. [ he falls to silence, before peeking over at her a final time, as if to make sure she was really okay.

she made it clear how much she hates being worried about, but it didn't mean he wasn't going to do it. after all, when was he the sort to listen to anyone but himself? ]

[bemist]

Not when it was never on me.

[ Sometimes. When it wasn't on her. But she'd simply call that doing what she wanted, and that's good enough. This definitely doesn't fall under that category.

But she catches Callisto angling a glance at her, quite unfortunately understanding why, and she shoots him a warning glare. Her coloring does look a little better, at the very least. ]

Then head out already. I'm fine.

[uncourteous]

[ if she looked even a bit better then he would take it as the tiniest bit of a victory. against whom, however? probably no one but himself and his propensity for presuming she would want nothing to do with him, and yet... his blood was now flowing through her. how ironic...

a concept he may not let go anytime soon, actually. but he'd reap those benefits later (benefits meaning... being incredibly obnoxious about it). ] That may be the case, but do you not think sharing blood binds us closer?

[ either way, he does head towards the door, almost as if avoiding hearing a response. at least that way he can keep his word and keep his assumptions to himself. ]