[Eames wrinkles his nose in distaste, the same kind of face a child makes when faced with brussel sprouts, and he hesitantly takes his wrist and lowers his head to drink Arthur's blood.]
[God it's gross.]
[He also is realising he actually has no idea how to do this. Does he suck the blood out, or... He furrows his brow in confusion and gingerly kind of just... Laps at it...]
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[God it's gross.]
[He also is realising he actually has no idea how to do this. Does he suck the blood out, or... He furrows his brow in confusion and gingerly kind of just... Laps at it...]