['Claude?' Who is that? Karl dismisses it as hysterical babbling. Smiling, he opens his mouth against Alois' throat. Children have such fine skin. Like biting into a soft peach. His fangs pierce effortlessly through the boy's flesh. And instantly, a hot couldron of blood fills his mouth.]
Hmmm.
[The boys tastes like candy-apples and sweet rancid terror. Eyes slipping shut, Karl savors the taste.]
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Hmmm.
[The boys tastes like candy-apples and sweet rancid terror. Eyes slipping shut, Karl savors the taste.]
[OOC: Sure! xD Who'll Karl's mystery opponent be?]