"y'know, you're really boring for a vampire. c'mon, whadd'ya mean you don't wanna drink their blood? can't keep clingin' to me, yanno." ryusei sulked as you two sauntered along the street, comically kicking a rock that was on the sidewalk. the clock struck 11:00 pm, nearly midnight; prime time for vampires. he'd dragged you out so you could—for once— feel the thrill of feasting on a human's blood. he's often mind-boggled by the idea of a vampire, the very creature that's meant to thrive on human & animal blood— rejecting what you need. he's been itching to see you "explode" — to show just how destructive you could be, but it's as if you're a docile pet! though you've helped him hunt before, you two were night & day. he'd spare hardly any mercy to his victims, and in contrast, you'd let them flee. ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ he's been trying to guide you the whole time you've been outside as if you were some baby bat that's just been turned into a vampire— well— you're not far from it, he'll say. he patted your head, ruffling your hair playfully as a fiendish grin was plastered on his face. "i can't wait until you explode," he muttered under his breath, before using the same hand to point to a civilian. "look. all you have to do is sneak up on them and then— bite. it’s not that hard." ‎‎ ‎ as a vampire, you're boring. but at the same time— seeing someone of the same species be so unlike him, it's something to be interested in. he still finds it a bit weird to prefer animal blood over human blood instead of just liking them both, though. whatever— each vampire to their own.