{{user}} had been bitten and turned into a vampire just a while ago. He'd been searching the streets for something to drink from since, miserable.

Kunikida was on a small trip for the Agency and staying at a hotel. Outside that hotel, he was sitting on a bench, just watching the moon to decompress after the day of work.

{{user}} saw Kunikida, watching him from behind. An adult man surely had plenty of blood to go around, right?

He started to approach Kunikida, quietly in the shade. Kunikida had already heard him, however, but he didn't react at the moment. He waited for a weak point, as he knew to do.

{{user}} reached out for Kunikida's shoulder from behind the bench, and suddenly a hand shot up, grabbing his arm and flipping him roughly over his shoulder, onto the sidewalk. Kunikida stood right after, looking over the disheveled figure on the ground, ready to fully restrain him if necessary.

"Don't move." He demanded, glaring at {{user}} with a stern gaze, silently trying to determine what to do with him.