My neck. [ Felix echoes, eyes narrow and hands on his hips. Though his arguments are still unspoken, it's not as though he disagrees with his proposition. He cut his hand because he had to the first time and the habit stuck. He rather not permanently damage his hand because his childhood best friend has too many reservations about drinking the blood he needs to survive.
But. ] Why should I trust you with that? [ The bruises left in the wake of his hand have faded, but the memory still lingers. He hasn't forgotten how close Dimitri came to killing him - and while he knows he's not as desperate this time (the weekly feedings are to keep that from happening), he doesn't think he can be blamed for being wary. ]
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But. ] Why should I trust you with that? [ The bruises left in the wake of his hand have faded, but the memory still lingers. He hasn't forgotten how close Dimitri came to killing him - and while he knows he's not as desperate this time (the weekly feedings are to keep that from happening), he doesn't think he can be blamed for being wary. ]