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[matchbreaker]

I've gotten a vague recollection of a whole lot of fire over the last while but to be honest the last two months are a blur to me. I've gotten a lot of things fixed up in my personal life but it feels like I've scarcely had a real conversation in all that time?

Sneaking suspicion my hair went back to brown, but I'm not dead certain there either!

Hi sure I've missed a lot. Anyone want to help me get to my kitchen I suddenly look ninety and feel sicker than a dog.

[ ... And despite the proper texting she might have collapsed on the upper floors of her house oops. ]

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[matchbreaker]

The withered and weak feeling hand of the old looking woman shoots out with surprising strength to try to resist being lifted up, but it's to no avail. She is light. Normally she's probably less than 90 pounds but now she's even less than that, going from thin to frail looking with the aging. She groans a little, her fangs elongating in her mouth to look at, hear, to smell the man, and she groans a little bit as she's picked up, wanting to communicate that she's pretty sure there's blood downstairs, that-

-- that anything.

She can't think. All she can do now is follow the instinct of her body, to latch her fangs wherever she can. She goes for the neck first just because, again, instinct.

[standalonehuman]

At the last instant, Togusa even tilts his chin up, ever so slightly. Getting out of her way. His mouth opens, but the startled cry is cut off in favor of a deep sigh. Just as he told her, it's okay.

It's a physical rush. The body responding to a threat, he knows it, but in the moment, it is the sensation of a strike of lightning dissipating away into cool water flowing through all of him. Flowing out of him. For a few precious seconds, it is just the connection between them. Even Togusa's mind has such a hard time coming up with a description for this, which is a sign that his over-analytic mind is, for once, quieting.

Togusa has enough control to ease the both of them back down to the ground, so gently, expecting that Elda will regain her strength, one beat of his heart at a time. He trusts her. Even in her state, he has an implicit trust that she will still stop herself.

[matchbreaker]

Hopefully... hopefully she'll be able to, and she has to process this slowly, even as she continues to drink from him. It's ... odd. She's pretty sure she tasted food in that time she was off the app, but this feels like it's the first thing she's tasted in over a month. Relief floods her, and she ...

Well, the moment seems to last a long time, her fangs deep into his neck. But eventually, mercifully, she breaks the contact, licking her lips as she sort of collapses into his arms. She doesn't feel fully sated but she at least feels somewhat stronger. More aware.

But this marks a second time she...

[standalonehuman]

The two of them almost collapse into each other, as Togusa sags some from his own feeling of exertion. His head is floating for seconds stretching on, and he breathes deep to try to bring feeling back to himself. He drags himself slightly to lean on the nearest wall, keeping his head upright. He remembers, he'll be feeling amazing shortly.

"Elda," when he feels up to speaking again. He shifts a hand to make contact with hers, a small reassurance.

"Are you all right?"