[ The time Liem spends latched to her arm is perhaps not objectively long, but it feels like a very long time for Gray to stew in unanswered silence and the strange, embarrassing sensation of a soft mouth on her arm. The awkwardness is in fact harder to deal with than the blood loss.
But Gray figures this is all just a personal problem of hers and pushes down the pink flush on her face (unsuccessful) and just a little bit of wooziness (the blood loss). When Liem finally withdraws she figures it's safe to look at him again, only to find her blood adorning his face like bad makeup. Ah.
She shakes her head as much to refute his apology as to shake off that jarring sight. ]
It was my idea. And... you can't really help how you were born, right?
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But Gray figures this is all just a personal problem of hers and pushes down the pink flush on her face (unsuccessful) and just a little bit of wooziness (the blood loss). When Liem finally withdraws she figures it's safe to look at him again, only to find her blood adorning his face like bad makeup. Ah.
She shakes her head as much to refute his apology as to shake off that jarring sight. ]
It was my idea. And... you can't really help how you were born, right?