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[sanguophilia]

[[Another night finds Autor staggering around the town, looking even paler than usual. He hasn't eaten in nearly a week. Kraehe suddenly disappeared recently, and he hasn't been able to find her. And for some reason he can't quite understand, he can't bring himself to feed on any of these people. They all look like people he knows, and that's what

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[weissprinz]

[[Siegfried walks down the street at around this time, on his way home from the library that Fakir had showed him earlier. He spots Autor and, mistaking him for a relatively harmless person in need, approaches him.]] Excuse me. Are you all right?

[sanguophilia]

Oh God, he smells good...

[[Autor quickly composes himself, however, acting relatively normal given his state. He can't afford to scare the poor thing.]] I'm just feeling rather faint, I'll be fine...

[weissprinz]

Are you certain? [[He offers Autor his hand.]] You aren't ill, are you? Or did you just have too much to drink?

[sanguophilia]

[[Autor nearly snickers at the last comment. If only he knew...]]

I'm not ill. Just a little dizzy, that's all.

[[He accepts the boy's hand.]] You're another Mytho, are you?

[bloodiestnight]

[[And Autor calls him suicidal for not drinking...]] Feh. Idiot.

[sanguophilia]

[[Autor's too hungry to even make one of his usual jabs.]]

Leave me alone, Fakir.

[bloodiestnight]

What's wrong with you? This place isn't that bad that you have to kill yourself like this.

[sanguophilia]

[[He sighs deeply, not in the mood to play games with Fakir like he usually does.]]

...I can't feed from people who look just like the people we know.

[rue_is_dead]

[[She stares at him for a long moment as he leans against the wall.]]

[sanguophilia]

[[He doesn't notice her at first, staring in the other direction. It's starting to rain now.]]

[rue_is_dead]

[[Kraehe examines her nails and she walks over to stand next to him.]]

[sanguophilia]

[[He blinks, turning to her when he catches her scent.]] Kraehe?