"I don't eat hearts though." He nods, not affected by the hit at all. Instead, he reaches for Yeoroo's hair, twirling some around his finger. "I much prefer the blood inside, you know that."
“I do know that, you’re right. I was just rolling with what sprung into my mind is all.” She hums, gently throwing her legs over Klaus’s lap and curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “Are you comfy at all?”










