[The bite on Gepard’s throat had coagulated and started to scab over quickly once Sampo’s teeth left him— people always stopped bleeding pretty quickly once he was done with them. Something in his saliva, he assumes, but he’s never tried to really test it out. Gift horses, mouths, all that.]
[Once the bite is cleaned up, Sampo applies the bandage, taping it down so that it lies flat against his neck.]
I’ve never been hungry enough to savage somebody, if that’s what you’re asking me.
[He’s been hungry before, hungry enough to… not have a whole lot of dignity about how he gets a meal. Hungry enough to beg Natasha and not ask questions about where she got it from. But he’s got limits, lines he won’t cross, and he hasn’t crossed them yet.]
[He can’t order his men to ignore the assaults, or to stop investigating them. Sampo sighs again; is this what does it? This is what forces him to leave again, to flee the planet, just after he started to get a little comfortable? One bad night and a handsome guard captain and everything is ruined.]
Am I? [He doesn’t feel lucky. He, in fact, feels spectacularly unlucky right now.] I don’t know, I think I’d rather it had been that one really big guy you have in the guard. You know, the one with the big helmet who’s like seven feet tall? I bet if I took a bite out of him, he wouldn’t have even noticed.
[Plenty of blood in that guy, he wouldn’t have missed a pint or two.]
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Date: 2024-04-12 07:21 pm (UTC)[Once the bite is cleaned up, Sampo applies the bandage, taping it down so that it lies flat against his neck.]
I’ve never been hungry enough to savage somebody, if that’s what you’re asking me.
[He’s been hungry before, hungry enough to… not have a whole lot of dignity about how he gets a meal. Hungry enough to beg Natasha and not ask questions about where she got it from. But he’s got limits, lines he won’t cross, and he hasn’t crossed them yet.]
[He can’t order his men to ignore the assaults, or to stop investigating them. Sampo sighs again; is this what does it? This is what forces him to leave again, to flee the planet, just after he started to get a little comfortable? One bad night and a handsome guard captain and everything is ruined.]
Am I? [He doesn’t feel lucky. He, in fact, feels spectacularly unlucky right now.] I don’t know, I think I’d rather it had been that one really big guy you have in the guard. You know, the one with the big helmet who’s like seven feet tall? I bet if I took a bite out of him, he wouldn’t have even noticed.
[Plenty of blood in that guy, he wouldn’t have missed a pint or two.]