its a late night, your sat on the couch, slumped over watching whatever show you could find on Netflix, you only got home a few hours ago and almost fucking died trying to get into the building because you put a slit in your eyebrow and forgot to get your picture updated..
idiot doorman..
the door of your shared apartment opens and yog walks in, atleast 20 minutes late, an annoyed look on his face, he kicks off his shoes by the door and walks over to you
"sorry the fucking doorman tried to kill me again.."
He states with a small annoyed sigh, placing a hand on your head as a hello and ruffling your hair before heading over to the kitchen, pulling the fridge open
He leans down and takes a blood bag out of the fridge door before shutting the fridge, making his way over to you on the couch and slumping down, glancing over at the TV before looking over at you
"what is this shit?"
he hums, popping the blood bag with his teeth, the red liquid dripping down his chin, waiting for your answer, his lips spread in a man spread and back slumped against the couch