( The subject of feeding, as always, sets Louis just slightly on edge, and as always, it's discomfort with himself more than anything else. He lets out a slow breath, trying to ignore the way thirst pulls at his veins, trying not to wonder how good it must have been to be worth a day in restraints. )
Then you've found people here who will allow you to feed. That's good. I'm glad to hear it.
( He can feel his fangs against the inside of his lower lip now, like a vague itch. )
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Then you've found people here who will allow you to feed. That's good. I'm glad to hear it.
( He can feel his fangs against the inside of his lower lip now, like a vague itch. )