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Tommy peered out of slightly opened wings as Victor's upside-down form scuttled over and lifted up the bag of blood. A grin spread on his face, showing off those razor-like teeth. "Thanks, Victor," he said, chittering happily as he grabbed the bag with both wings, bringing them up to his mouth. With a practiced move, he made a small slit in the bag with his teeth and quickly began licking up the blood the trickled out of there. The chittering rose as he became content. "Oh God, that's good..." he muttered out, inbetween laps...glad that Victor accidentally chose a bag of AB+.

It didn't take long for Tommy to finish licking the bag dry and then squeezing every last drop out before letting it flutter to the floor. I'll pick it up later... he thought to himself as he stretched out his wings once more. He glanced down(up?) at Victor. "Thanks again, man," he said, the chittering dying down as his stomach registered that he had some sustinance in there. He then blinked a few times as he looked around. "...movie's over?" he asked, kind of confused.

Tommy blinked hard a few times, smacking himself in the head with a wing to try and loosen some cobwebs. "Goddamn..." he muttered out, "Hmm? Oh...yeah, if you don't mind, pass me another one." He shook his head one more times before wrapping his wings about himself again. "I dunno what's wrong...if I don't eat I just...start forgetting things, yaknow? It freaks me out though..."

Tommy nodded as Victor handed him another blood pouch and he went throught the process of slitting it open and licking it clean again. He closed his eyes as he did this, amazed that the little things in life could feel so good. At Victor's comments though, he wasn't so sure...he had to get past the fact that he no longer had armpits to strap packs or vests around. He paused for a moment from lapping up blood. "Well...maybe I just need to get some specially made pants or something...this wingflaps don't allow me to wear much..." he trailed off before resuming drinking the blood.

"But...*sigh* yeah, I think so...I feel better, anyway."

Tommy was still feeling some uncharacteristic urges which included jumping off of high perches and slitting the throats of unwary animals...but the blood helped him keep it under control. Also, hanging from his pull-up bar helped calm him down some. With an easy motion, Tommy wiped a bit of blood dribbling from his mouth with a wing before looking back to Victor. "Heh...anything'll do, really...coming back here gets to be a pain in the a** after a while. Ah well...maybe tomorrow I'll try flying again...it's a lot harder than it looks though, the slightest change of where I kept my wings sent me plummeting to the ground." He shook his head in frustration, trying to figure out just what he can do.

Tommy laughed. "Yeah...I'm still feeling that landing. I gotta learn to egress better..." he muttered out. The bat-man tilted his head back and forth, trying to get Victor in some not-so-upsidedown sight...but it was no use. He gave out a sigh. "But yeah, actually...that may work," he said with a nod, "And that way I don't have to freak other people out by carrying around a packet of blood out in the open. Thanks, man."

"Rock on, yeah, that works for me, thanks again. But um...nah, man...You've been awesome..." he said, smiling. "Anything I can do for you, though? I feel like a douchebag with you helping me out all the time and nothing to give in return."

Tommy peaks out from behind his wings once more to give Victor a grin, "Heh, yeah, I hear you there, man. You going to sleep?" Overall, Tommy was uncharacteristically tired for the time of night...that, and he had a strong urge to start licking his fur. Grooming *shudder*.