[He grunts a few times at Clotted Cream's flailing, but his focus is iron. He sucks and turns to spit. He will never be used to the taste of blood- he knows jam, as horrifying as it is. His own has filled his mouth often enough. But blood really is just awful. But even he can feel CC's is wrong. Maybe because he is part seabeast, but there is also this awful numbing burning on his tongue and gums. He holds back the instinct to retch. He can't risk sucking some of it down his throat. He hacks it up to the side and goes in again, this time hearing Fel. Another foul smelling spit:]
H... here! Hurry!
[His tongue feels fat and screaming in his mouth, ruining his ability to speak clearly]
cw: spitting, retching imagry
H... here! Hurry!
[His tongue feels fat and screaming in his mouth, ruining his ability to speak clearly]