[Denji doesn't want Katsuki biting anyone else and the blonde agreed to it. Ironic, considering the number of times he's bled himself into Denji's mouth to help the half-devil regenerate in a fight. He doesn't know if others have done the same, but figures it's happened before. This is different, somehow. Maybe due to the damn vampiric action of biting and drinking being romanticized over time, or the devil's idea on blood in Denji's world...
Anyways, it's settled. Katsuki doesn't like drinking blood, but he'd rather do it than endanger other Outsiders.]
The damn vampires will still be hungry over your desiccated corpse.
[Rude, but one of those reminders "dead people can't save anyone" for a person willing to sacrifice so much of himself. He knows Raidou isn't stupid enough to do that, yet Katsuki worries he'll tax himself "for the greater good" when there's no real need. He leans against the tree, taking a moment to handle the question.]
Beating himself up. He rotted on the couch or the bed for a whole week. [Didn't move much beyond that, didn't talk, lost in the guilty mire of his own mind. Katsuki didn't talk to him about his time in Romania, not wanting to make him revisit and having no need for the gory, traumatic details.] He didn't snap out of it until I told him I was afflicted.
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[Denji doesn't want Katsuki biting anyone else and the blonde agreed to it. Ironic, considering the number of times he's bled himself into Denji's mouth to help the half-devil regenerate in a fight. He doesn't know if others have done the same, but figures it's happened before. This is different, somehow. Maybe due to the damn vampiric action of biting and drinking being romanticized over time, or the devil's idea on blood in Denji's world...
Anyways, it's settled. Katsuki doesn't like drinking blood, but he'd rather do it than endanger other Outsiders.]
The damn vampires will still be hungry over your desiccated corpse.
[Rude, but one of those reminders "dead people can't save anyone" for a person willing to sacrifice so much of himself. He knows Raidou isn't stupid enough to do that, yet Katsuki worries he'll tax himself "for the greater good" when there's no real need. He leans against the tree, taking a moment to handle the question.]
Beating himself up. He rotted on the couch or the bed for a whole week. [Didn't move much beyond that, didn't talk, lost in the guilty mire of his own mind. Katsuki didn't talk to him about his time in Romania, not wanting to make him revisit and having no need for the gory, traumatic details.] He didn't snap out of it until I told him I was afflicted.
[Jealousy's a demanding mistress.]