“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.”
That was inside her head.
"I'm coming!"
She started walking back with the blood.
(yes I’ve tasted blood so what.)
(Honestly I have to, yea it taste like medal but I kinda like it-)
