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A low grumble came from the Vespian as he savored his prey. A long, hot exhale escaped his nose as his tongue carefully crazed her neck and up to her jawline. The woman gave a soft moan from the tingling sensation as she felt her ki waver deep within her soul.
[Don't mind him. Meanwhile, in contrast...]
The mental fog she was experiencing continued to plague her conscious. When was the last time she fed...? As she stared at the page of equations, the words slowly began to bleed together into an indecipherable blob.
She laid her head down with a long sigh, her stomach now twisting in knots.
'Mmh... S-Should I call Zucchi...? I-I don't want to bother him at this time of night.' But silently she knew she hadn't fed for over a week at this point. At this point, she's beyond being shy about having to do something so intimate. If she doesn't feed soon, who knows what will happen...
[One views people as a meal, the other views feeding as an intimate act. But when you're not intimate or close with anyone, you risk starvation.]
'Why was I invited for drinks?... None of the alcohol here has any effect on me. Eh, oh well. Might as well enjoy the fun.'
He was taken to a bar by a few coworkers. However, they don't know about his unique biology. He can't get drunk, but he doesn't mind the atmosphere.