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And so there I was, licking away a drop of blood on my finger from a scratch on my cheek after playtime with Kurosaki and...
What's this?!
Pralines and cream.
What an odd flavor. Quite unusual. I was expecting the familiar and maddeningly arousing metallic taste of blood.
The back of my hand ever so casually brushed past my lips, briefly making contact with the tip of my tongue.
There it is again.
Have I become flavored? Surely this is just a working of my imagination and the result of light drinking for the evening. If this should be one of those foolish curses, I have a few hypothesized flavors for my comrades.
I wonder what Ikkaku's bald head tastes like.
What's this?!
Pralines and cream.
What an odd flavor. Quite unusual. I was expecting the familiar and maddeningly arousing metallic taste of blood.
The back of my hand ever so casually brushed past my lips, briefly making contact with the tip of my tongue.
There it is again.
Have I become flavored? Surely this is just a working of my imagination and the result of light drinking for the evening. If this should be one of those foolish curses, I have a few hypothesized flavors for my comrades.
I wonder what Ikkaku's bald head tastes like.