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[resistmyself]

[The following is written in neat handwriting, evenly spaced on the page like something you might find in the classified ads section of a local newspaper.]

Wanted:

Understanding house/flatmate.
Must be some form of non-human.

Please respond privately for further information.

Comments

[Written - Private]

[sweetfang]

Oh.

[It's all she can write for a long time as she stares at what he's written over and over. This sort of hostility is something she had been expecting to get from the humans when she first arrived, but for it to come from another vampire...she could understand why he'd be upset about her, if it's such a struggle for him to be in control and yet it's natural for her it would totally seem unfair.

She gets it.

But that doesn't stop it from scaring her.]

[Written - Private]

[resistmyself]

[He doesn't really want to be angry with her. It's just so hard not to be.]

That substitute you have. Can it be made here?

[Written - Private]

[sweetfang]

I'm not sure but I can try.

[Near-blood...now that was a recipe with specific ingredients. She'd taken a look for it in the grocery but hadn't spotted it there but maybe she could make a mix from what was available in the store and from the clinic.]

My dad used to drink human blood centuries ago and he swears by it, says he can't taste a difference.

[Written - Private]

[resistmyself]

But you've never had real human blood, so you wouldn't know, would you?

Since you've arrived here, have you had the desire to drain any human at all? Even the slightest bit?