[Shell doesn't realize what he's doing until he's done it, the familiar scent of blood practically filling the air. It already smelled better than anything he's eaten in this world so far, something that nearly brings tears to his eyes. He can't really deny it, can he? No matter what he does, he'll still always be a vampire.]
[He takes a breath as if to speak, but when Childe holds up his bloody thumb and gives the order, suddenly everything around him feels like it's frozen in time. The last person to say that to him, the last person he drank from... was this okay? Could he really lean on something like this again?]
[What would One think if he saw Shell right now? What would he want him to do?]
[The hesitation seems to last forever, despite only being a few seconds long. But ultimately, that's all it takes. Gingerly holding on to Childe's wrist, Shell leans forward and presses his lips to the blood, licking up the few drops he's offered.]
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[He takes a breath as if to speak, but when Childe holds up his bloody thumb and gives the order, suddenly everything around him feels like it's frozen in time. The last person to say that to him, the last person he drank from... was this okay? Could he really lean on something like this again?]
[What would One think if he saw Shell right now? What would he want him to do?]
[The hesitation seems to last forever, despite only being a few seconds long. But ultimately, that's all it takes. Gingerly holding on to Childe's wrist, Shell leans forward and presses his lips to the blood, licking up the few drops he's offered.]