“That would be a tragedy,” Jasper drawled, amused. He wasn’t normally prone to littering, and he could get into trouble with the owners of the building if he was caught, so normally butts went into an old soda bottle sitting on the table in the middle of the balcony, but sometimes – just sometimes – Jasper couldn’t be fucked with any of it, and over the edge they went. Jasper smiled at the kiss, and returned it in kind as he waited patiently for Aislin to break; he knew she would, it was just a matter of time. He hadn’t quite gotten to know her well enough to pinpoint exactly how long it would take her, but he knew it would be soon.
Jasper laughed, indignant, and put a hand dramatically to his chest. “I didn’t attack him!” he exclaimed, giving Aislin a dirty look. “He was asking for a feeding, and Maurice was close enough to keep and eye on… everything.” Jasper hated admitting he was still really bad at feeding without being a fucking disaster, but Aislin knew it. Everyone knew it. “And yeah, because he tasted fucking gross. Do not recommend. Even Rafe thought he tasted nasty.” The way their Sire had cringed at the Null’s blood had reassured Jasper that he hadn’t fucked up something else or was broken or some shit. He’d certainly never heard of inedible humans until then!
“Of course he’s still alive,” Jasper said, indignant once more, at the implication that he would kill his toy. Tough he supposed Rafe might have plans that would put the kid on the other side of that. Maybe. Jasper wasn’t prone to questioning his Sire. “Yeah. Rafe sent us downstairs to clean up. That was, at least, fun.” Jasper smirked. “Apparently the kid is a Null, which I didn’t know. I don’t think he knew, either, since he came into Indulge; or at least he didn’t know he would taste nasty. Why would you offer yourself for a feeding if you knew you tasted like sewerage smells?” Or put himself on Rafe’s radar. Jasper couldn’t imagine what their Sire would do with the Null, since Jasper still had little to no idea what a Null was besides gross to eat.
Jasper laughed, indignant, and put a hand dramatically to his chest. “I didn’t attack him!” he exclaimed, giving Aislin a dirty look. “He was asking for a feeding, and Maurice was close enough to keep and eye on… everything.” Jasper hated admitting he was still really bad at feeding without being a fucking disaster, but Aislin knew it. Everyone knew it. “And yeah, because he tasted fucking gross. Do not recommend. Even Rafe thought he tasted nasty.” The way their Sire had cringed at the Null’s blood had reassured Jasper that he hadn’t fucked up something else or was broken or some shit. He’d certainly never heard of inedible humans until then!
“Of course he’s still alive,” Jasper said, indignant once more, at the implication that he would kill his toy. Tough he supposed Rafe might have plans that would put the kid on the other side of that. Maybe. Jasper wasn’t prone to questioning his Sire. “Yeah. Rafe sent us downstairs to clean up. That was, at least, fun.” Jasper smirked. “Apparently the kid is a Null, which I didn’t know. I don’t think he knew, either, since he came into Indulge; or at least he didn’t know he would taste nasty. Why would you offer yourself for a feeding if you knew you tasted like sewerage smells?” Or put himself on Rafe’s radar. Jasper couldn’t imagine what their Sire would do with the Null, since Jasper still had little to no idea what a Null was besides gross to eat.
