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His heartbeat was slow, his breathing felt shaky and that once piercing bright red stare turned into a normal pair of hazel human eyes. Mike, taken aback, asked "What the hell happened to you??"
There was no response. His face, tired and unmoving, became even more dead as he started shaking and hyperventilating from underneath the covers. "Отъебись. Goddamnit.." he stopped and groaned for a bit as he caught his breath and his breathing steadied. Mike felt a slight shiver down his spine as he noticed his breathing. "I'm not in the mood to talk." He scowled as Mike let out a laugh. "So when I'm feeling down, you can bitch all you want but when you're not okay I have to back off? What are you going to do? Kill me? Use your strings to try and choke me again?"
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After a few moments of silence and small breaths there was once again no response. Then Mike pondered for a bit.
"Wait, when did he ever actually breathe? He isn't like this. Even when he felt cornered he always tried fighting back—"
Mike snapped back to his surroundings as He let out a soft sigh. "It's called my influence, or uh, once was my influence… Fuck, my body feels so tired—" He stopped as he dug himself deeper into the soft pillows and blankets as Mike's face morphed with concern. "Forget it. Do whatever you please, just, leave me alone."
His voice felt weaker as he turned away, facing the wall. Tightly holding a few pillows and a blanket. There was something very wrong. Then Mike realized he didn't care about him and left him to the comfort of his bed. "There's some bread in the fridge if you.. erm, need it."
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He heard footsteps turn away as the close gently closed.
He was gone. Everything he worked so hard for, just, vanished. Hell, he didn't even keep his sharp fangs or his vibrant red eyes. He felt a foreign aching in his stomach but was too tired to care. This was going to be a long day.