[ It's still strange, to have that copper-metal-iron-new taste on his tongue, to crave it in the way he does, to want to keep devouring Raidou, but he has self-control. He's accustomed to tasting his own blood now; this isn't that different, is it?
Leaning in, he kisses Raidou's finger, his palm, closing his eyes. ]
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[ It's still strange, to have that copper-metal-iron-new taste on his tongue, to crave it in the way he does, to want to keep devouring Raidou, but he has self-control. He's accustomed to tasting his own blood now; this isn't that different, is it?
Leaning in, he kisses Raidou's finger, his palm, closing his eyes. ]
Thank you.