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Gopal was very, extremely, indubitably curious about Fang's teeth.
At least, that's what it seemed like to Boboiboy, who had been listening to the guy talk about the theories of Fang's teeth for the past two hours. At this point, he was ready to go get earplugs no matter how rude it was.
Unfortunately, Gopal's enthusiasm was contagious, and now Boboiboy was (as unfortunate as it was) also obsessed with Fang's teeth.
"I bet he's an alien vampire. I mean, how vampire-y can you get with red eyes and a name like Fang?!" Gopal ranted.
"I think he has really sharp canines. Remember how he never smiles with his teeth? And how he always manages to brush his teeth with his mouth closed, and chews food like that too?" Boboiboy theorized.
"I guess. But it would be more fun if he was a vampire-"
"If who was a vampire?" asked a familiar voice from behind them.
Boboiboy and Gopal both flinched.
"Ha, talking about me, weren't you?" Fang said, grabbing a red carrot donut and tossing a few coins on the table. "Wanna know something cool?"
Gopal and Boboiboy both sat in guilty silence.
"Well, Earthen, oxygenated blood is like the ultra energy drink for us Gogobugians. I know for a fact that Kaizo carries a nice ol' flask of B+ with him at all times. My personal favourite is A+." Fang licked his lips in a very frightening way. "With finals coming up and all-nighters becoming neccessities, you better watch your backs."
A+ is my blood type...
Then Fang was gone.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Gopal asked, "Do you think he made that up?"
As Boboiboy watched Fang's back slowly retreating from sight, he replied, "We'd be able to test our vampire theory with that."
And that was how Operation Puncture Wound was born.
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It was supposed to be simple.
Emphasis on supposed to.
But nothing was simple in this accursed life.
So, of course, it turned into a simple accidentally-on-purpose stab with a sharp pencil to a purposefully-on-accident NSFW-rated crime scene with a compass in math class. Boboiboy knew he was in trouble when blood started dripping from the desk onto the floor. Oh, well. Maybe this would let Boboiboy know more about how this drinking blood thing worked.
"Boboiboy, nurse's office! Right now! Fang, you go with him."
Perfect! "Yes, Teacher Papa."
On their way there, Fang abruptly stopped.
"You did this on purpose," he accused.
"Wha- no! Okay, sort of, but it turned into an accident really quickly!" Boboiboy argued.
"Why are you so curious about it?" Fang inquired. "If you really want to see me drink blood, just come to TAPOPS anytime. They have a stock there."
Boboiboy blinked. He hadn't thought of that.
"W-well, does seeing this make you thirsty?" Boboiboy asked (kind of stupidly).
"First off, I don't have a blood kink, but thanks for the offer-" Boboiboy choked on his own saliva, "-second off, what, does drinking blood make us barbarians or something? Sure, I kind of crave it now, but it's like seeing food on TV and becoming hungry. There's a set of morals that comes with drinking blood, idiot.
"But because curiosity killed the cat..."
Fang took Boboiboy's hand as if he was going to kiss it, but instead licked the still-dripping wound, keeping eye contact with Boboiboy. It felt... weirdly intimate.
Fang pushed back the hand. "There. By the way, you taste good."
Boboiboy was very, very confused. "What-"
Fang smirked and dragged Boboiboy to the nurse's office before he emptied all of his blood onto the linoleum floor.