location: hendriks’ & richter apartment, kitchen. open to: @fevredaydream, closed.
fingers set the shot glass between them - small droplets of water still clung to the insides, evidence that it had been freshly washed, even if the scent of dish soap didn’t linger slightly from somewhere behind him. vincent’s ipad rest on the counter to his right, ever open to the program where he scrawled his notes - the pencil atop the screen of even that, abandoned to the idea of his next step in research. his lips were pursed into a thin line, hazel hues searching at the soft features of his vampiric pair - through the strands of gold that partially curtained her own eyes, and one of his brows quirked with the notes of his unspoken question. she’d known his goal with this, the reason he offered himself in this little program. vincent had been transparent about his desire to research from day one, no interest in hiding that whatsoever.
“ if you don’t mind ... ah, i’d like to collect some data on your blood. a personal trial. ” he’d read accounts of what a vampire’s blood could to do a human, what ingesting it would be like. but for the sake of his own research, for his own notations and knowledge, he’d like to try it firsthand. the fresh page of his note-taking app suggested this, with his neat scrawl of blind trial one at the top. and he retracted his hand after setting down the glass, fingers toying with the edge of the counter while he made himself keep eye contact with her. he had a healthy respect for the vampires of the city, more so for the one who lived in the same space as he did, as tenuous and new as that arrangement was.