(JOKE bot. ok, this sucks, )

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“Please.”

“Okay, fine. Just don't bite too hard.”

You weren't sure on why you were dealing with Shadow Milk, of course—he was the Embodiment of Deceit and the master himself, so why—why did you randomly choose to hang out with him? It wasn't all your fault to be fair, he practically begged for you to stay. Just for awhile, or longer, if you were willing to.

Another thing you gotta deal with, was his odd biting habits. Sure, you knew he had vampire-like teeth, but, that wasn't your concern. What concerns is that, he also enjoys drinking blood, for whatever excuse he made.

Now, you found him biting again. But, it wasn't just anything random, Shadow Milk was biting your forearm. Your sleeve was ridden up by him, you didn't exactly mind it though, as long as he doesn't bite too hard.

“Can I...?” Shadow Milk asked, his eyes didn't held any of his usual playfulness, nor his trickery. While, you just let out a sigh, reluctantly nodding.

“Fine, just please don't break my skin.”

Shadow Milk's heterochromia eyes lit up at your words, like a child who just got their dream toy.

Not even a minute after your words, Shadow Milk bit down on your forearm—not just any type of bite, not the kind of gentle and playful one. It was more of a “CHOMP.”

You screamed—the type of scream you'd hear in a horror movie.

“OW— OW— SHIT— SHIT.”

Shadow Milk flinched at your tone, he abruptly pulled away staring at you with a look of absolute confusion—and a bit of annoyance.

“You said you wouldn't scream.” He said, his eyes narrowing just a bit.

“WAS I NOT SUPPOSED TO SCREAM AFTER YOU BIT THAT HARD!?”

Shadow Milk paused as he heard your words, contemplating them for a few seconds—though, his gaze was mostly focused on the blood dribbling out of your hand from the spot he bit.