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Post by Cal on Jul 9, 2009 21:08:21 GMT -5
*She giggled.* "In theory. Only if we eat. We don't get any nutritional value out of food whatsoever anymore; we ingest everything through blood."
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 21:12:28 GMT -5
And now, the questions came rolling.
"And blood becomes your sole means of nutrition? Do you prefer a certain type of blood? Like type 'A' or type 'B'?"
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Post by Cal on Jul 9, 2009 21:18:34 GMT -5
"Yes, Yes, A-negative. Clean finish without being too weak." *She pulled a hair elastic (a benefit of living in a timefucked Paris) off of her wrist and reached her arms up to pull up her mass of hair.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 21:28:59 GMT -5
The pie maker's eyes lowered unconsciously to Cal's exposed upper chest, he would call it, but he hastily diverted his gaze elsewhere, occupying himself with the frayed ends of the string which held his apron onto his figure.
"I-I see. Enjoying that pie?"
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Post by Cal on Jul 9, 2009 21:32:21 GMT -5
"Yes oh my God yum" *She took another forkful.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 21:39:37 GMT -5
Just the way in which she consumed her slice of pie seriously tried Ned's willpower not to sweep Cal off of her seat, then and there, and kiss her. But that would result in terrible consequences--otherwise known as a dead vampire in his arms. His head reeled, and he decided he needed something cold to drink.
"...would you excuse me for a bit?"
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Post by Cal on Jul 9, 2009 21:48:34 GMT -5
*She raised an eyebrow, shrugged, then took another forkful of pie. There was a daintiness in the way she collected the bite, but a notable sensuality in the way she consumed it. It was subconscious, of course, but everything about her seemed to draw those around her in.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 22:12:56 GMT -5
Ned, of course, was grouped as one of those individuals allured by the sensuality that the vampire seemed to ooze without being aware of it at all. The pie maker shuffled into the kitchen and stared at the contents of his open refrigerator, finally seizing a carton of orange juice and pouring himself a glass.
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Post by Cal on Jul 9, 2009 22:18:40 GMT -5
*A few minutes later, Cal pattered in with her plate in hand.*
"All done."
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 22:20:37 GMT -5
Ned downed the remaining juice in his glass, nearly choking in his rush.
"Did you want some more? Help yourself."
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Post by Cal on Jul 9, 2009 22:27:51 GMT -5
*She looked around for a second and ripped a sheet of plastic wrap out of the dispenser. Kicking a stool over to in front of Ned, she stood on it and pulled the plastic wrap in between their faces. If not for the plastic wrap, it probably would have been a mind-blowing kiss. As it was, it was still pretty damn good. Post-kiss she fled with vampire speed, near-invisible, but a single card with the Castle von Krolock's address fluttered in the place where she had been.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 22:36:11 GMT -5
He gaped openly at the space before him that had been occupied by Cal not over a second ago but hastily reminded himself to take in the slack of his jaw as his fingers brushed over his lips, upon which the vampire had laid her bewitching kiss. The pie maker had to force himself to break out of this trance in order to stoop down and retrieve her card.
Grinning, he returned to the counter and looked off into the distance wistfully.
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