[It absolutely isn't helping the masochism image Shell has of him. Which is disappointing in a different way.]
I'm not going to chew on you.
[He sits down in front of Childe and reaches for his arm, quickly reminded of the last time they tried this. And that had just been a dare to bite him. This time, he would actually be drinking from him. And yet somehow, he doesn't feel quite as anxious as before -- though he's still going to cry while he drinks. There's Trauma there okay.]
...but if you start to feel dizzy, tell me, okay?
[And with that last warning-- he bends down and bites into the upper flesh of his forearm. It's clearly not strong enough the first time, despite how sharp those fang will feel against Childe's skin. Which is why the second ends up more like a full-on bite, ensuring the fangs get deep enough, while likely bruising the skin around it.]
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I'm not going to chew on you.
[He sits down in front of Childe and reaches for his arm, quickly reminded of the last time they tried this. And that had just been a dare to bite him. This time, he would actually be drinking from him. And yet somehow, he doesn't feel quite as anxious as before -- though he's still going to cry while he drinks. There's Trauma there okay.]
...but if you start to feel dizzy, tell me, okay?
[And with that last warning-- he bends down and bites into the upper flesh of his forearm. It's clearly not strong enough the first time, despite how sharp those fang will feel against Childe's skin. Which is why the second ends up more like a full-on bite, ensuring the fangs get deep enough, while likely bruising the skin around it.]