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“Ben? Ben! Did you hear anything I said?” Schlep asks frantically. Ruben sim often drifts away when stressed and today is not an exception.
“No… sorry Micheal ,” Ruben responds sighing; Schlep gives him a playful slap in return. “Ow! Hey, you know all I can think about your… situation.” Schlep gives Ruben another light slap for the pitiful excuse.
“I was trying to tell you that I’m a vampire,” Schlep explains
Ruben sim gasps and it’s almost like his brain is short-circuiting, only managing to say the word ‘but’ a few times before going silent.
“I know it’s hard to believe,” Schlep pauses for dramatic effect then speaks once again, “You are one of the few people I can trust.” Schlep stares at Ruben sim. Schlep grins ear to ear, showing off the fangs that Ruben sim never seemed to notice.
“…Do you want my blood?” Ruben asks in a semi-fearful tone before adding, “I’d be happy to offer it if you wanted it!” He announces proudly.
“Mmm, so eager. Well, I’ll consider it but don’t get your hopes up, Ben,” Schlep responds. This gets a sigh from Ruben sim.
All that Ruben can think about now is Schleps fangs.
<pretend like a few days pass okay>
“Give me your arm, Ben.”
“What?”
“I said give me your arm. I’m thirsty. I thought you wanted to give me your blood,” Schlep stares at Ruben. In response Ruben moves his arm across the table slowly. Schlep licks at his forearm, preparing it for the incision.
Very patient, a dedicated man, Ben thought to himself. Schlep decides his work is good enough and begins the bite. Blood pools at the surface of Ruben sim’s forearm, swiftly being lapped up by Schlep. “Greedy boy, no one’s taking it from you,” Ruben sim mumbles before receiving a glare from Schlep.
Schlep draws back. “Your blood, it tastes like…” Schlep pauses, unsure what to compare to the nectar, but after a moment he continues. “I actually have no clue, but I like it.” Schlep flashes back down to Ruben’s forearm; He drinks the blood that’s pooled at the surface of his arm.
“Can’t get enough can you?” Ben chuckles to himself. Schlep isn’t fazed by the comment; You could go far enough to say he agrees with it. (But you know he’d never admit it.)
The room is so silent. You can hear the clock tick-tick-ticking. It feels like an hour has passed when Schlep gives the arm a break. “Did you… Like that?” Schlep asks.
It takes everything out of Ruben sim to not say ‘YESYESYES’ but one silent “Yes” slips out.
Ruben likes getting his blood sucked.