well i met you at the blood bank

[crab]

WHO: karkat and kanaya.
WHERE: some retro diner in heropa.
WHEN: about lunchtime.
WHAT: karkat and kanaya go out for lunch. spoilers: karkat is lunch.
WARNINGS: vampirism, cranky teenagers.

[ Although he'd offered to do this, and he stands by that offer, he can't help the nerves that gnaw at him on the way to the diner in question. The worries are partly what you'd expect, letting a vampire suck your blood; how much will it hurt, what if she drinks too much, what if she can't stop him bleeding, etcetera, but the most pressing one, is, well.

His blood is mutated. Inadequate. Freakish.

What if she doesn't like it?

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, he thinks, so absorbed he ends up pulling on the door marked push for at least twenty seconds before getting his bearings, and pushing his way inside the venue they'd chosen (Karkat would need something to eat and drink after this) and scanning the patrons for the one he knows. ]

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[glowsferatu]

[ while it wouldn't be her first time tasting his blood, she isn't really worried so much about the taste. looking forward to it, actually. but that they had to meet here first, well, she was hoping there might be fewer people. it's not only the first time in longer than she can remember that she'll supping on the blood of another troll, but the first time she'll have ever bitten anyone that was less...behind closed doors.

feeding in front of her enemies is different, it's an intimidation tactic. with civilians? she can be upfront about what she is, but actually showing it off is something she's never sure how anyone will take.

she's been watching the door for the five minutes since she arrived, so the moment he enters, she gives him a wave. she already shifted before arriving herself, as a way of preparing, and she scoots down her bench a little as he approaches the table. ]

So, um. Do you want to order first, or...?