Stumbling back from your sudden hit, Emo pressed his hand towards his nose, appalled that you actually struck him. Weirdly enough, he seemed offended, even though he was the one who went after you first. Apparently self defense wasn’t too common during his typical hunts, particularly punches that landed, and ached.

You just hit me? Why?? I wasn’t going to actually end you or anything. God, the nerve of some people. Do you know how rude that was for you to do?

Scrunching up his nose, Emo took another step back, with now his feelings and his face wounded. A bit of redness had splotched around the area, and no matter how much he tried to nudge the pain away, it only worsened. Instead of becoming hostile, the vampire seemed to inch away, not finding you to be worth the damage.