[ "Yeah..." he thinks in response. "Who the hell taught you about this" is another thought on his mind, but fortunately for Ai, it's hard to shoot barbs at her when she has her bloodied lips pressed against his.
This time, he responds. He doesn't freeze up in total shock, both at being kissed and the idea that she is kissing him, and... isn't repulsed at kissing the insect of the abyss.
She should be repulsed, he thinks... but she isn't, and frankly? He doesn't have the energy to complain about her lack of sanity.
So instead, he returns it... their tongues intertwined with each other's, the taste of blood on both of their lips. It doesn't taste good, obviously. It tastes awful, all metallic and salty. He'd even go as far as to say it tastes like shit.
But his hand rests on the back of her head as he kisses her roughly... hungrily, even. It's not like there's enough strength in his arms to actually hold her there, but his clawed carapace, having just reformed, runs through the locks of her hair and stays there.
It's a painfully slow process. Mostly on account of the fact that he drains even as she refills him... but a physical path proves to be more efficient than a spiritual one. For maximum efficiency, one must go further... much further, but...
He kisses her harder, forcing his tongue in as if to devour the blood in her mouth. He can't indulge that. He won't. It's already annoying enough that someone actually told her about this method, even if it's saving his life. ]
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This time, he responds. He doesn't freeze up in total shock, both at being kissed and the idea that she is kissing him, and... isn't repulsed at kissing the insect of the abyss.
She should be repulsed, he thinks... but she isn't, and frankly? He doesn't have the energy to complain about her lack of sanity.
So instead, he returns it... their tongues intertwined with each other's, the taste of blood on both of their lips. It doesn't taste good, obviously. It tastes awful, all metallic and salty. He'd even go as far as to say it tastes like shit.
But his hand rests on the back of her head as he kisses her roughly... hungrily, even. It's not like there's enough strength in his arms to actually hold her there, but his clawed carapace, having just reformed, runs through the locks of her hair and stays there.
It's a painfully slow process. Mostly on account of the fact that he drains even as she refills him... but a physical path proves to be more efficient than a spiritual one. For maximum efficiency, one must go further... much further, but...
He kisses her harder, forcing his tongue in as if to devour the blood in her mouth. He can't indulge that. He won't. It's already annoying enough that someone actually told her about this method, even if it's saving his life. ]