TG: rose you just bit my hand TT: I am a daughter of the night now, my trembling captive. TT: I crave the dark nectar of your veins. TG: yeah but like TG: dont you have to break the skin for that TT: Fhhumf ummph. TG: oh my god stop it TG: youre just chewing me TT: Damn it. TT: Your skin is surprisingly tough. TT: Stay there. TG: this is embarrassing TG: im literally embarrassed to be your darkling bride here TG: all cooped up in your transylvanian bat palace tappin my foot impatiently on the flagstones TG: youre sitting kind of sheepish mumbling some stuff about being stressed at work TG: no we cant try again in half an hour TG: id say you suck at this but we both know thats the problem – holy shit TG: is that a can opener get away from me you lunatic