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[draculalite]

"Whatever could you need from Raphael Sorel?

Speak your case. And do not waste my time."

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[draculalite]

[Good thing he was fully expecting this kind of idiocy.]

If you can quiet your rodent hindbrain for a few seconds, please consider-- why would I be offering to pay someone to have me kill them?

[inthejunk]

[What the hell is a hindbrain? And RUDE. But he does quiet down for a second at least. Sorry, but he's had some pretty unpleasant experiences with vampires.]

[And yet...he's trying to figure out how to come to terms with them. So hold on for a sec while he thinks it over.]

[A long sec.]

[Maybe awkwardly long.]

[Okay...okay, maybe it's not that bad.]

...A hundred bucks an hour, right? For...you're going to...uh. Do that thing. That vampires do. To me?

[draculalite]

One hundred dollars an hour. I am looking for a blood donor, yes. For myself and my daughter.

It isn't necessary for either of us to "do that thing" to you. There are machines for that purpose.

[inthejunk]

Wait, seriously? No actual neck sucking involved?

[...]

Is type A okay?

[draculalite]

[He laughs, a bit heartlessly.] I would much rather not suck on the neck of a man, if it's all the same to you.

Type does not matter. We are far more concerned with freshness.

[inthejunk]

Yeah, no kidding. You can see why it's weird, right? Anyway I shower twice a day so you don't have to worry about that.

Uh. But are there side effects? I've never...given blood...before. On purpose.

[draculalite]

Rest easy. I have no plans to bite your neck.

It will be no worse than it would for a medical blood donation. We hardly even need to take so much. It is not our sustenance, merely a necessary supplement to our ordinary diets.

[inthejunk]

...Wait, what else do you eat?

[Curious now. It's an improvement. Also shut up his neck it velvety soft and totally luscious, dude. That's what the scrubby bits in the body wash are for you know.]

[draculalite]

[As though Yosuke is the stupidest person in the universe:]

Food?

[inthejunk]

[He gets that a lot.]

[And totally resents it every time.]

That's not how it works in the movies.

[draculalite]

Well, we are not in movies, are we?

I said that "vampire" was the most easily applicable term, did I not?

[inthejunk]

...I guess I've met someone else who was a different kind, too.

[Sigh.]

Look, it's nothing personal but if this happens I need some kind of promise of privacy. I'm not okay with people knowing about it.

[draculalite]

As have I. It would seem the Sorels are a different case.

Our feeding habits are none of the business of the public at large. We will treat it with the utmost discretion.

[inthejunk]

['Nother pause. Give him a sec here, 'cause this is weird. But the money sure is good, and a guy can only eat so much instant ramen.]

I'm on some pain meds. If I let my dose run out before the...donation...uh, is that good enough?

[draculalite]

Yes.

Needless to say, should any issues arise, the arrangement can be ended by either of us at any time.

[inthejunk]

Yeah, Junes always had that clause too.

Uh...there's one more thing. I'd probably need to lie down for a while after. Would that be a problem?

[draculalite]

No. That is why I included the hourly stipulation. We will provide a place for you to recover. [In the creepy-ass old abandoned church they live in.]

[inthejunk]

[Swell.]

[...]

Okay.

[draculalite]

[A long pause.]

Would you prefer to meet with my daughter and myself before agreeing?

[inthejunk]

I've met her.

...Uh, but sure. If you need to...I don't know. Um. Interview.

[...Snort. Wait, that was pretty funny, actually. Get it?]

Uh. It takes a while to get ready, so it would have to be in a few hours. Or another day.

[draculalite]

There is no hurry.

[...Sorry Yosuke, he doesn't get it.]

Here is our address. We would prefer afternoon callers, should you decide to come look.

[inthejunk]

Great. I didn't feel like getting up early anyway.