[ There's a reason werewolves hate vampires and vice versa, y'know. Regardless, Eli slumps against his brother, his claws retracting along with his fingers and limbs going back to what they should be. His face still isn't quite right and his eyes are dark red, nearly black, but he's less blank than he used to look. There's recognition in his voice when he speaks. ]
You bit me. That's not supposed to be how it works.
[ He's pouting!! Of course he is. Even as he leans into Ezra, he just always finds it in him to complain. ]
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You bit me. That's not supposed to be how it works.
[ He's pouting!! Of course he is. Even as he leans into Ezra, he just always finds it in him to complain. ]