[ He takes the apple juice box with a grateful smile, feeling only the slightest bit light-headed as movement after all that blood loss finally starts hitting him. He's never given blood before (though he's had plenty taken from him against his will) but Midnight has been so courteous about this whole affair that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to offer his blood up the next time a struggling vampire lands on his doorstep.
Then again, maybe this is just a Midnight special and he really shouldn't be so trusting of all other bloodseekers in the future. ]
It'll take a lot more than that to squeeze me dry, don't you worry. But I appreciate your consideration all the same.
[ He really means it; all his future experiences with vampires are going to be held up to this one and they are all probably going to fall short to be honest!! ]
Still, you should worry about yourself more. [ Or don't, because there are probably plenty of people worrying enough for him. ] If you need it, I'm sure there would be plenty of people here willing to assist. [ With being voluntary juice boxes, that is. ] Though....I guess that's not really the problem, is it?
Well, yes, but I'd like for you to walk around without a bandage for a bit, all the same.
[ Welt is far from clumsy, and he's the sort of person who tends to attract other good, sensible people who will eventually notice upward of six puncture marks on his arm. Really, even without Welt's personal comfort in mind, a change in plans is far overdue.
Does Midnight actually have a plan? Well... a few... multiple, because he hasn't thought any of them through enough to figure out if one is more likely to succeed than the other.
He sighs, punctures his orange juice, and takes a beat to stare at Welt's progress with his box before taking a cautious sip of his own. That's right. Baby steps. ]
It's... more than that, yeah.
[ He fiddles with his straw for a bit. ]
Bit of a belated question, I realize, but was there a particular reason why you decided to help me? I never did give you much in the way of an explanation outside of telling you that I needed blood for a bit. I was a bit surprised by your alacrity.
[ This isn't actually him avoiding the topic... It's more of a tangent he's aiming to loop back to the point. ]
[ Between the juice box in his hands and the bandaids on his arm, Welt feels a little like a child again being told to rest after a particularly bad tumble. It's a strange feeling but not entirely unpleasant, and his expression is clear as he listens to Midnight take the long way around.
Which is fine; he's got time and no desire to force answers out like toothpaste being squeezed out of its tube.
The question's something of a surprising one though, his eyes widening behind the rim of glasses as he takes another sip of his juice. Not entirely unexpected though given the strangeness of the situation; it's not every day a guy just casually lets a vampire suck their blood without any sort of explanation beforehand. At least the answer's easy enough to give. ]
I consider you a good friend. [ For all that they've known each other for a mere handful of months. ] Of course I'd help.
[ Okay, fine, he realizes how absolutely naive and guileless that sounds. ]
I haven't exactly had the easiest life—though I'm sure you could say that about a lot of folks around here. But I've always had people looking out for me, people offering me their hand even when they could have used more of a hand themselves. People who took me in when I was looking for a place to stay, and who never asked me about how or why I ended up where I did.
[ He shrugs, a crooked smile on his face. ]
I guess you could say I wanted to pay some of that forward. Do the same for others what those people did for me.
[ At some point in the conversation, Midnight picks up a leg and pulls his ankle to himself in a lazy half-crisscross, sipping quietly at his juicebox. Someone who, over the course of a life of hardships, relied on the kindness of others to pull through to the other side, someone now in a position to help others in kind. He knows kindness isn't especially rare... But it's not that common, either. ]
Then I have those people to thank as well, don't I? For caring for you so well, so kindly, that you now sit next to me, treating me with the same generosity.
[ Midnight sits for a moment, tapping his juicebox with a finger. ]
I suppose... I don't have quite the same relationship with others. I asked you somewhat out of convenience, seeing as how we live so close, but even if we'd been living quite a ways from each other, I think you still would have been high on a very, very short list. I'm... uncertain as to who else to ask, honestly speaking. Which is none of your concern, I realize. It's just.
[ Midnight gestures with his juicebox. ]
It's either this, or, ah, finding my appetite for the city's food again, and I can't tell which would be an easier endeavor.
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Then again, maybe this is just a Midnight special and he really shouldn't be so trusting of all other bloodseekers in the future. ]
It'll take a lot more than that to squeeze me dry, don't you worry. But I appreciate your consideration all the same.
[ He really means it; all his future experiences with vampires are going to be held up to this one and they are all probably going to fall short to be honest!! ]
Still, you should worry about yourself more. [ Or don't, because there are probably plenty of people worrying enough for him. ] If you need it, I'm sure there would be plenty of people here willing to assist. [ With being voluntary juice boxes, that is. ] Though....I guess that's not really the problem, is it?
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[ Welt is far from clumsy, and he's the sort of person who tends to attract other good, sensible people who will eventually notice upward of six puncture marks on his arm. Really, even without Welt's personal comfort in mind, a change in plans is far overdue.
Does Midnight actually have a plan? Well... a few... multiple, because he hasn't thought any of them through enough to figure out if one is more likely to succeed than the other.
He sighs, punctures his orange juice, and takes a beat to stare at Welt's progress with his box before taking a cautious sip of his own. That's right. Baby steps. ]
It's... more than that, yeah.
[ He fiddles with his straw for a bit. ]
Bit of a belated question, I realize, but was there a particular reason why you decided to help me? I never did give you much in the way of an explanation outside of telling you that I needed blood for a bit. I was a bit surprised by your alacrity.
[ This isn't actually him avoiding the topic... It's more of a tangent he's aiming to loop back to the point. ]
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Which is fine; he's got time and no desire to force answers out like toothpaste being squeezed out of its tube.
The question's something of a surprising one though, his eyes widening behind the rim of glasses as he takes another sip of his juice. Not entirely unexpected though given the strangeness of the situation; it's not every day a guy just casually lets a vampire suck their blood without any sort of explanation beforehand. At least the answer's easy enough to give. ]
I consider you a good friend. [ For all that they've known each other for a mere handful of months. ] Of course I'd help.
[ Okay, fine, he realizes how absolutely naive and guileless that sounds. ]
I haven't exactly had the easiest life—though I'm sure you could say that about a lot of folks around here. But I've always had people looking out for me, people offering me their hand even when they could have used more of a hand themselves. People who took me in when I was looking for a place to stay, and who never asked me about how or why I ended up where I did.
[ He shrugs, a crooked smile on his face. ]
I guess you could say I wanted to pay some of that forward. Do the same for others what those people did for me.
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Then I have those people to thank as well, don't I? For caring for you so well, so kindly, that you now sit next to me, treating me with the same generosity.
[ Midnight sits for a moment, tapping his juicebox with a finger. ]
I suppose... I don't have quite the same relationship with others. I asked you somewhat out of convenience, seeing as how we live so close, but even if we'd been living quite a ways from each other, I think you still would have been high on a very, very short list. I'm... uncertain as to who else to ask, honestly speaking. Which is none of your concern, I realize. It's just.
[ Midnight gestures with his juicebox. ]
It's either this, or, ah, finding my appetite for the city's food again, and I can't tell which would be an easier endeavor.