[Unsteady as the boy is, the punch misses by a mile. Karl dodges with a grin. One hand swatting at Setsuna's like a bothersome fly. His fingers clamp - bruisingly-tight - around the boy's wrist. Pinning it back against the wall.]
[The other hand - still clawed - strokes the boy's neck. Almost soothing. But his gaze is red-hot with bloodlust. Fangs glinting.]
You're in no condition to fight.
So why not stay still and enjoy this?
[As he speaks, he glides two nails across the boy's skin. Smiling at the pretty red twin streaks left behind. Leaning in, he drags his tongue along the wounds. Just before sinking his teeth into them.]
[It's not a frenzied bite. Just a sharp nip. Enough to see if Setsuna will cry out.]
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[The other hand - still clawed - strokes the boy's neck. Almost soothing. But his gaze is red-hot with bloodlust. Fangs glinting.]
You're in no condition to fight.
So why not stay still and enjoy this?
[As he speaks, he glides two nails across the boy's skin. Smiling at the pretty red twin streaks left behind. Leaning in, he drags his tongue along the wounds. Just before sinking his teeth into them.]
[It's not a frenzied bite. Just a sharp nip. Enough to see if Setsuna will cry out.]