[ ...Honestly, Ava looks at what she's just done like Rosalind's shoved a dead crow on the table and told her to eat its innards. The disgust fades enough to be replaced by something like fascination, and she takes the drink carefully, sniffing.
It doesn't quite smell real. ]
If this isn't actual blood, I'm going to puke in a second. No offense.
[ It's just a White Wolf Vampire(TM) thing.
But she drinks a decent amount to at least give it a try, give her the benefit of the doubt. And it...stays down. Even if it doesn't taste very good. It's warm but not warm enough, not like blood actually is.
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It doesn't quite smell real. ]
If this isn't actual blood, I'm going to puke in a second. No offense.
[ It's just a White Wolf Vampire(TM) thing.
But she drinks a decent amount to at least give it a try, give her the benefit of the doubt. And it...stays down. Even if it doesn't taste very good. It's warm but not warm enough, not like blood actually is.
Ava pulls the glass away, blinking. ]
...Holy shit. What-- What is this?