[jesus god christ in heaven above.]

[anna needs. a moment to recover from how irrationally exuberant this has made this sixteen year old girl who just loves that sweet red stuff that we call human juice. her hands drop to her sides as soon as they're free again, and her jaw hangs just the slightest bit open.]

I, uh. No, we're not a vampire kind of situation. It's transfusions. And like I said, I'm the kind of girl who, uh. [god, yeah, she's just gonna say it.] Finds romance in monstrosity? If that's a fucking thing.

[she shakes her head. it's not important.]

Anyway, you could probably find someone who thinks it's romantic, I guess, but most of the time we just use our own blood for fighting. And every time I spill mine, the air gets a little more polluted, so it's basically a need-to-use thing. [she feels the weight of the cigarettes-and-needle package in the pocket of her jeans, but that's also definitely a necessary way to light up and definitely isn't just because it looks cool.]

So you still have to be safe about it, kid. No matter how pumped you are.