[ He sniffs at the broth cautiously. No human flesh to dispose of, no ink mixed into it. Just normal broth things. He sips at it, and it's hard to not choke. Not because it's bad. The opposite. It's nice. Warming and- it's food. It's food, and he has a proper bed, and Dracula didn't murder him and-
-it's just been a really nice day, okay?
He takes another sip, and tries to compose himself. He's been asked to do something. He understands being asked to do something. It's familiar. ]
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-it's just been a really nice day, okay?
He takes another sip, and tries to compose himself. He's been asked to do something. He understands being asked to do something. It's familiar. ]
Do you want me to sleep?