@ElusiveBogeyman “ T …. transfusion ….? ”
Adrenaline left her body, leaving nothing but stone dead exhaustion. Amina felt her eyes grow heavy, taking in the scent of blood and whatever cologne he seemed to have on.
A deep chuff of a sigh escaped her lips, nodding loosely before —
@ElusiveBogeyman Somehow, Amina hadn’t gone fully unconscious just yet, head lulling onto his shoulder as shallow, low breaths sounded from the woman.
Hands weakly pressed against his shoulders, attempting to steady herself. She was alive.
Barely.
… there’s always odder.
( hands folding behind her back as she circled around him halfway, stopping behind him. )
you should like, give me your insta’. or whatever technological chatting service you wish.
@ElusiveBogeyman Amina couldn’t even budge an inch in his strong grasp, scream being snuffed out by his cold palm; the blonde could only writhe, tears pricking at her eyes before —— that sharp pain in her neck. Hands uselessly beat at the vampire.
.. Only for a few minutes. As blood loss —
Hands adorned with tacky rings and acrylic, brightly colored nails, grasped his own in a weak grip. Awkward smile.
“ Amina Goldfly. I’m a, music production student. ”
Nod.
“Ah, my apologies. Professor Wright, I have my hand in Film History, Stage Productions, Short Film Productions, Creative Writing, and Philosophy in Business.”
With a polite smile, he held out that gloved hand. This time, for a handshake.
“ …. T- Thank you. Again. ”
She shoves the nicotine filled pod into her skirt pocket; adjusting the waist with a small cough into her hand.
“ So, ah. What do you teach? I haven’t explored too much of professors outside my class schedule… ”
A blink. Then the professor couldn’t help his little cackle.
“As I said, this is your one warning dear. Try to fool me twice, then it’ll be nothing than spare parts and rubbish. I’m only allowing it *this time because I too hate cigarettes.”