[Sampo adjusts his grip on Gepard when he hears that moan, trying to keep him steady. The last thing he needs is his unwilling dinner date to get nauseous and ruin his shoes. Normally, his meals don't have to deal with any nausea after they've gotten hit with one of his bombs, because they're unconscious by now.]
[So Sampo's learning all sorts of new things about the affects of his drugs on humans, especially when Gepard looks up at him and compliments his eyes. In other circumstances, Sampo might think that he was being coy, maybe intentionally flirting a little. In these circumstances? He's just loopy.]
Thanks, you're pretty cute yourself. And pretty durable, too, most people are out like a light by now.
[Of course he had to find the one guy in Belobog who wouldn't get knocked out by his bombs and tastes like a bar floor. And stays clear-headed enough to start asking really pointed questions, like why Sampo's going around noshing on necks.]
It's kind of a long story, friend, and we're not close enough for that kind of kiss and tell. But I promise that I'm not out here biting people for fun! [Okay. He needs to get this guy over to the hospital so that a doctor can figure out what his deal is, so it's time to shift his grip into a bridal carry. Up you get, Gepard, into the weird man's arms.] I've got the worst dietary restrictions. Nothing but the real deal will work for me!
[It's human blood or bust. He can drink animal blood and it helps to stave off the hunger pangs, but it's like filling your stomach up with water-- a temporary measure. It won't stop you from starving. Sampo's learned a lot of tricks to keep him on that edge, and now that Gepard's in his arms, he might be able to feel it-- the way his clothes pad him out a little to make him look bigger around the shoulders and chest, gloves to hide how knobbly his hands have gotten. The knife-sharp cut of his cheekbones and jaw, which a lot of people would just write off as something attractive, good genes.]
Even if you're not sick sick, you still don't taste good. You should get checked out. Don't worry, I'm not going to bite you again.
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Date: 2024-04-10 04:16 am (UTC)[Sampo adjusts his grip on Gepard when he hears that moan, trying to keep him steady. The last thing he needs is his unwilling dinner date to get nauseous and ruin his shoes. Normally, his meals don't have to deal with any nausea after they've gotten hit with one of his bombs, because they're unconscious by now.]
[So Sampo's learning all sorts of new things about the affects of his drugs on humans, especially when Gepard looks up at him and compliments his eyes. In other circumstances, Sampo might think that he was being coy, maybe intentionally flirting a little. In these circumstances? He's just loopy.]
Thanks, you're pretty cute yourself. And pretty durable, too, most people are out like a light by now.
[Of course he had to find the one guy in Belobog who wouldn't get knocked out by his bombs and tastes like a bar floor. And stays clear-headed enough to start asking really pointed questions, like why Sampo's going around noshing on necks.]
It's kind of a long story, friend, and we're not close enough for that kind of kiss and tell. But I promise that I'm not out here biting people for fun! [Okay. He needs to get this guy over to the hospital so that a doctor can figure out what his deal is, so it's time to shift his grip into a bridal carry. Up you get, Gepard, into the weird man's arms.] I've got the worst dietary restrictions. Nothing but the real deal will work for me!
[It's human blood or bust. He can drink animal blood and it helps to stave off the hunger pangs, but it's like filling your stomach up with water-- a temporary measure. It won't stop you from starving. Sampo's learned a lot of tricks to keep him on that edge, and now that Gepard's in his arms, he might be able to feel it-- the way his clothes pad him out a little to make him look bigger around the shoulders and chest, gloves to hide how knobbly his hands have gotten. The knife-sharp cut of his cheekbones and jaw, which a lot of people would just write off as something attractive, good genes.]
Even if you're not sick sick, you still don't taste good. You should get checked out. Don't worry, I'm not going to bite you again.