vampiriic:

    george was not, by any means, a fan of human
    foods. not anymore, at least. it did nothing for
    him      not that he could spill his little secret to
    a near-enough stranger. and george couldn’t
    be rude about it, oh no. but he’ll find a way to
    compromise. rolling onto his side, one arm now
    holding the sheet close to himself, the vampire
    nods, as best he could, lips twitching just ever
    so slightly.

        ❝i’m really not that hungry. i could, however,
          do with a drink. a cup of tea or something?❞

     "Oh, you’re one of those,“ Jeff jokingly responded,
referring to the type of people that tend to skip
breakfast altogether; the most important meal of
the day, and all that. Jeff was always starving when
he woke up. He let out a chuckle as he sat up, but
nodded his approval. "I may or may not have tea. But
we’ll see, I guess. Here’s hopin’.” With that, he found 
a pair of shorts to step into and shuffled towards his
little kitchen.