"Do you want some blood..?"
“Depends on what kind of blood.”
"what blood do you want then.."
“what blood do you think I want?”
"maybe..pig blood or something..?"
“now that’s just rude. We organize them by blood type not bu where it cane from. AB please. There’s a labeled cup in the fridge.”
"I didn't mean to offened you.."
She got off of her and started walking to the kitchen.
“no it’s fine. It’s an honest mistake.”
She opened the fridge and grabbed the AB label one and lookes at it.
-What if I drunk some..-
“it’d just taste like metal.”
(yes I’ve tasted blood so what.)
