[ Now comes the next question: in front of his fellow Adopted, does he dare to order blood? He’d rather not have to explain his own circumstance, or scare another away. …Not that this stranger appears as if anything would frighten him.
And so, Louis lifts his gloved hand, gesturing toward the kitchen. The movement is mild, well-controlled, so much so that the obsidian bracelets adorning his wrist make no sound. ] After you. I’m still deciding.
[ Another chime breaks apart the clamor of steaming kettles and clanking pans. More muffins. Someone really must be hungry, or having put in an order ahead of time. ]
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And so, Louis lifts his gloved hand, gesturing toward the kitchen. The movement is mild, well-controlled, so much so that the obsidian bracelets adorning his wrist make no sound. ] After you. I’m still deciding.
[ Another chime breaks apart the clamor of steaming kettles and clanking pans. More muffins. Someone really must be hungry, or having put in an order ahead of time. ]