[ He didn't walk right away, looking back at the cold guy once again. He looked.. shy? It's hard to explain. ]
Um, you could... if there's anything you want to talk about, you can meet me in the closet anytime..
[ He offered, maybe it was the loneliness that spoke for him. ]
[The cold man looked away as soon as the other stopped talking, avoiding his gaze, hoping he will get the clue that he should leave. But as soon as the other turned his back, he looked right back at him, his eyes contracting slowly, looking at the poor human like prey.]
Oh it's just... the thought of someone finding my taste decent makes me too happy . . .
So I can't help but always ask, h-heh.
I should tend my wound, it's bleeding a lot .