[Glass. Another foreign word. His jaw tightened briefly, his primal instinct encouraging him to swallow the stuff so that she couldn't have it instead, but after a moment, the Deity decided it hadn't been that fulfilling anyway.]
[He spits the somewhat bloodied lumps on the floor, running his red, red tongue over the inside of his mouth. Tiny cuts--they're already beginning to heal, unlike the larger wounds he sustained before.]
[Now back to staring at Saki, still holding the dripping vial. What's he supposed to do with it?]
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Date: 2011-09-29 06:09 pm (UTC)[He spits the somewhat bloodied lumps on the floor, running his red, red tongue over the inside of his mouth. Tiny cuts--they're already beginning to heal, unlike the larger wounds he sustained before.]
[Now back to staring at Saki, still holding the dripping vial. What's he supposed to do with it?]