[William can smell the blood in the steak all too clearly, and his nostrils flare slightly as he breathes in. It smells... good. He's never really been one for particularly rare steaks, but right now all he wants to do is rush forward and devour the steak. For a moment, he imagines sucking it dry, but that isn't how a person eats. Mother would be ashamed. Instead, he smiles politely and nods. Of course, the politeness of the smile is a little overshadowed by the way his face has gone all wrinkly, and how his fangs have just come out in reaction to the scent of blood. William hasn't really noticed, though.]
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...I have no tiny vampire icons. /pretends
Date: 2011-03-29 09:03 pm (UTC)No, it looks delicious. Thank you.
[He sits down and grabs a knife and a fork.]