Heh... [He doubts his past self would care to eat it at all if he didn't like it at least a little. Their nearness means that some of that splattering mess is bound to hit him, painting his pale skin red, but he doesn't bother to move out of range. Who cared? It was only blood and scraps of meat. Instead, he carelessly licks a splatter of blood from the back of his hand.]
If you're thirsty, you'll need to fend for yourself. I don't know where you keep stuff.
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If you're thirsty, you'll need to fend for yourself. I don't know where you keep stuff.