That was...confusing, but Ciaran followed most of what the man said. He frowned, looking a the bag of blood again. "The sunlight isn't hurting me," he said, glancing towards the sky. "I don't think it'll ever hurt me? I don't know why I know that. I just remember someone telling me that."
Having said that, he sat down next to the man and pulled his knees up to his chest, leaning his head against the man's arm. He felt really sad now. Was it because Luca wasn't there? Ciaran sighed and eyed the bag again, then scanned the treeline. For some reason, he felt like being watched while he drank the blood was a private thing, something he shouldn't really share with anyone. Ciaran exhaled heavily and twisted to peer up at the man.
"I bit Luca in my vision," he admitted quietly, and felt himself blushing again. "He liked it."
Before the man could reply, Ciaran felt his hunger intensify and he groaned, turning back to the bagged blood. He imitated the man's actions and put the tube between his lips. Ciaran began to drink it like it were a milkshake, jiggling one leg up and down with restrained energy. He decided not to question what "someone like me" was.
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