hiccup.
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his whole body tenses for only a split second and his breath catches erratically. it’s just short of painful, an uncomfortable disturbance somewhere low in his chest the cause of the tiny spasm. for a second he wonders if he’s just been cursed by a witch, or maybe this is what it feels like if a ghost passes through a vampire.
foster didn’t realize that vampires could get the hiccups.
as far as he’s aware, there’s no medical studies on the anatomy of a vampire; it made sense that his body still has a diaphragm even though breathing isn’t exactly required for someone who’s pretty much the closest thing there is to the walking dead. he hiccups again, and a tiny surprised yelp escapes him just after. vampires aren’t supposed to get hiccups, are they?
he’s in public; he can’t cause a scene over a function that’s perfectly normal and not at all dangerous to regular human beings. foster has a hard time keeping a worried expression off his face though, a hand pressed against his stomach as if that will soothe whatever caused his hiccuping in the first place. he can’t recall ever having the hiccups before, can’t remember his days as a human. how do you get rid of these?
another hic sends a small tremor through his whole body, his core tightening uncomfortably with the mistake of his body. all those legends about vampires being flawless beings and here he is, over ninety years old and lost when it comes to dealing with his own hiccups.
the vampire glances around, looking at the people around him and how they take no notice of how he’s trying not to freak out. she’s a werewolf, he can smell it on her, and he decides that she’s safe enough to approach. sure she knows what to do. “excuse me,” foster knows they haven’t spoken before, and he hopes she’s not one of those wolves who hate vampires with a passion. “do you.. know how to get rid of hiccups?”