he smiles some, watching tucker move. FACE HIM. start to trust him. there’s no hostility in his voice, nor any hint of it in his eyes. rudi’s being true ! the siren makes him feel all WARM & FUZZY, even when he’s nothing more than a cold corpse. “ yer the sweetest boy. “ he coos.
ghoul leans forward, pointed tongue slithers out, extends, MEETS BLOODY FACE. beings to lap up some of the strange-colored gore, never minding its electric taste. like a DOG, he licks the boy’s wounds, cleans them up with his ( diseased ) spit. when he’s finished, tongue retracts, tucker’s blood leaving a lasting IMPRESSION on his taste buds.
“ mm, yer my NASTY BOY. i love it, yanno ? i love it when yer all gross. makes yous look so pretty pretty ! but’cha always pretty, aint’cha ? mm, makes yous SEXY. “
tucker shuts his eyes as a tongue snakes over wounds. it stings a little here and there but he has to admit it’s comforting. sucks on lower lip a little, soothing the cut, coughs FEEBLY in his throat. his nose hurts when he talks as does his jaw, so decides to keep things simple, starts up a delicate whir instead. the siren will pull back a bit every now and then, RETREAT, feels it’s too much and then melt back into it.
he listens intently. rudi can butter him up so easily and he will always take it greedily. still on the vigilant side, doesn’t want those hands going into his hair again, not for a while. ❛mmfh. am i? ❜
