You Get Me Every Time... (private)

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    He placed a hand on the back of his neck, blushing again but managing not to return to the recess of the armchair. "I'm pretty sure I could bathe myself." Christopher replied.

    Christopher shook his head slightly, pushing his fringe away. "I suppose. It was a very strange night, huh?" He said, thinking back to the rather random encounter with her mother. "Meet the parents, huh?"

    Caroline nodded, "Mhm I'm sorry about that by the way."She smiled sympathetically, walking over she gave Christopher a small kiss on the cheek "Goodnight Christopher."She whispered, walking off to her room.

    Christopher looked after her for a moment before replying "Night," Rather quietly, still on his armchair, he shifted so his legs dangled over one side, head on the other armrest. It seemed he couldn't go to sleep unless it was in some utterly stupid position.

    Another grand moment of self reflection for Christopher St.Cloud. What does he do? Manages to get kidnapped by an ancient vampiress, meets her rude and quite frankly, psychopathic mother, sits down for a lovely cup of tea and tells her she'd beautiful.
    Wow.
    He'd out-idioted himself this time.


    ((Next day?))

    (Sure)
    The rays of the afternoon sun awoke Caroline from her sleep, she layed in bed for a moment running her fingers through her hair, she notice that this was a habit of hers.

    Still fused to his armchair, Christopher purred quietly with sleep, head dangling over one side, his legs still hooked over the other edge of the chair.

    Christopher let out a soft murmur, arching his back a little as he shifted, hair flat against his face, moving with his breaths.

    Christophers eyes blinked open slowly, growing wide as Carolines face swum into view. Realising the gentle touch on his forehead was her hand, he froze. "Uh... Morning? Or, afternoon, as it were."

    With some trouble, Christopher sat up, yawning heavily. It occured to him that he hadn't seen Caroline drink blood since she'd attacked him. He managed to look over at her, blinking his wide-blue eyes at her. "Are you still.. Hungry?" He asked quietly, feeling a little stupid for asking.

    Christopher closed his eyes for a moment, head turned downwards. "You can take my blood, if you promise not to kill me." He mumbled.

    He opened one eye, considering her with intrigue. "You were more than ready to just two days ago." He pointed out, "Obviously you haven't got less hungry, so that means something else has changed?"