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As he was groaning in discomfort, soft and gentle lips made contact with his. Slowly, yet surely it worked. Whatever it was that eased his horrid dreams. A soft smile crept up as he slowly drifted back to pleasant thoughts. Some time had passed and Thoma was awake, albeit still laying down on the same bed he joined Nurse Morry on. Attempting to open a single eye to get a peek at what she was currently doing, he noticed she was there with him.
Confused, yet not alarmed he resigned himself to just lay. He didn't feel uncomfortable, yet at peace. He finally got some good rest after all those years. Thoma, not looking Morry's way, speaks up. "Hey um, you did something to me.. to ease my sleep, right?" Slightly blushing with a face of embarrassing defeat, he continues. "Thank you. And I'm sorry for the shouting earlier."

It didn't take long for his beating heart as he had to keep his blood from changing him into a different person. However, Thoma felt another place heat up as he was kissed on his lips again. Flinching with little, to no movement, he looked at her with a raised eyebrow and another blush. Sure he was comfortable, but it seems as if he was liking this a bit too much. Trying to be calm, he speaks up. "What... what did you mean?"

Thoma's blood rushing to his head and all throughout his body, he could feel himself about to cave in. The vivid, naughty images filling his head. His face turning bright red as he listens to her sweet whispers of everything that they will do. But a thought came to his brain; the thoughts of the woman he chased outside of the orphange for. The sole reason he came back, maybe he'd see her again and Thoma will finally ask her out. Only to once again stare into Morry's eyes and lean in closer to her. Who was he thinking about? Who was it that he loved again? "I... I could use... something. Something to drink first." Thoma gets closer, and closer to Morry's neck that he decides to sniff and then lick it. Maybe this would be his drink of his that he wanted?

Nodding to whatever Morry had said, Thoma had sunk his fangs into her neck ignoring any and every action that was happening. This was wrong, this was disgusting. The taste of blood, directly from a body made him sick, but he couldn't pull away. Not because Thoma found blood gross, its what would happen after he had got a taste of blood. He was brought and held closer to her neck and he kept drinking until he let go, and with a gasp he held his head up looking at the ceiling. "Uh..." Thoma was too stuck in a daze, licking his lips to get the blood off of them. "Your... turn.. before it's too... late."