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"Never liked it, but it's the only thing keeping me calm and sane," Viaresu responded before rubbing his wrist slightly and extending it out towards the auburn haired female. "Here. It's my fault it got stirred up in the first place and I got plenty of blood in another dimension to keep my sanity. I've still got a pulse although it's faster than a normal human pulse."
He flashed a light smile at Adrienne as he slid his legs out from under him, the heels of his feet being the only part of him touching the ground. He wasn't lying about the pulse, only difference was his heart's beating just seemed to blend into a soft hum so it was difficult to tell he actually had one.



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"Not really. Even if they said not to, I would just because they said not to. It's part of being the black sheep in a family of kiss-a$ses," Viaresu snickered lightly in response, his dark blue-grayish-green eyes seeming cheerful instead of depressed, angry or unreadable as they were earlier today. "Besides, I trust you enough to offer it and I don't really care if it scars or not. If it scars, it scars. If not, then whoop-di-fricking-doo." He shrugged the arm that was sitting in his lap while readjusting his feet a little. He wasn't good at sitting completely still so he always had some part of him, whether it was a toe or an entire leg, moving.



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"Any time," he murmured lightly in response before lightly biting his tongue to keep from making any sound as Adrienne's fangs sunk into his wrist. She had small fangs compared to other vampires he'd met which kind of surprised him. His foot had started tapping itself in the air as he waited for her to reach that content area during vampire feedings, which was more commonly reached when victims were nearing death or dead, but was possible to reach even before then. He made a soft snicker at the sense of her trying to hold in moans, partially wanting to tease her but refusing to do so.



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Viaresu's eyes had turned a bright crimson around the pupils as a sign that he would have to feed soon to replace the blood lost, yet the ends of his hair had turned a orangish-red color as if he was turning back into his demon form. He gave a light chuckle at Adrienne's light groan as well as her comment on never getting used to the feeding. "Don't say that. It's bad juju. You'll get used to it eventually. You just have to be patient with it," he responded as if he knew such a thing from experience only to pause and start rubbing his wrist slightly. "It's like writing a story or composing a symphony. Patience is a virtue we all have, but some just don't like using it.... Like their brains... Idgets..."



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"I'm fine. Blood from a bottle isn't as potent of dropping the intake as blood from a vein, but it still works," he responded lightly as the bottle reappeared in his hand, his other hand removing the cap casually. He took a swig from the bottle, his fiery eyes dimming slightly as the scar on his wrist started blending with the skin again. "Unlike most, I can make most scars vanish by ‘eating’. More scars would vanish if I fed both sides of me, but oh well. Just the one depresses me so I'd rather only be semi-depressed than suicidal. Enough about me though. Care to tell me a little about yourself, Madame Adrienne?"
He flashed a light playful smile while gently tapping the bottle against the palm of his hand in the beat of Mea Culpa by Enigma so as to pass the time. Enigma's music was relaxing to him so it kept him calm and less fidgety than he normally was.



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"Lip contact with someone else. Incubi and succubi have to be careful about how they ‘eat’. That's why it's easier to lure our victims in for what they think is a playfully active night at a love hotel or an apartment, then as the kissing starts, we send out a special little signal to the victim's soul and that's a meal," was his relatively simple answer on how an incubus fed before taking another swig of blood from the bottle. "Anything you're comfortable with telling me. I like hearing about history through another's eyes. It's like reading a book."



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"I'm sorry for yours and his loss. As for your comment on impossibility, I'm going to just respond with “nothing is impossible”. At least I don't believe anything is impossible if you put your mind to it," Viaresu murmured lightly after a few minutes of silent deliberation on how to respond to her words. It was sad when someone close passed away, or at least for most people it was. He was halfway between happy and sad on just the thought of his close family being six feet under. "So it's only most originals that've been killed... Nyeh... Still alive... Damnit all to Hell and back........ Sorry. Inside rant."
He gave a slightly nervous chuckle as he glanced away from the female only to chug the rest of the bottle to fill the awkward end of his thoughts spoken aloud.



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"Should've let him find-" Viaresu started in a dark growl only to slap his hand over his mouth and starting to tap the fingers on his hand holding the bottle. He held up a finger before vanishing from his chair. A minute or so later, a loud thunk and the shattering of a bottle could be heard echoing through the building. He reappeared in his chair with a fresh bottle of blood in one hand, the knuckles of the other hand having skin peeled up slightly and blood starting to well up on them.
"Sorry...." was all he muttered before starting to drink from the black bottle in his hand, the cuts on his knuckles closing up again. In his head all that could be heard was the song Remember Everything by Five Finger Death Punch being sung by one voice as the song Hard to See by the same band was being sung by a second voice. The heel of his foot was tapping against the leg of the chair as if something had irritated him.



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