Nathaniel takes a moment to rinse his throat of the lingering blood, hissing a little before he finally rises out of the bathtub. He grabs towels for himself and Asher. It takes two towels to wring the water from his hair, and then he wraps a third towel around his waist. It takes a few minutes, Nathaniel humming to himself while Asher dries off, to finger-comb leave-in conditioner into his hair and place a bandage over Asher's bite.
He smiles at his reflection in the mirror, a finger running over the bandage. "I think one of my favorite things to do is feed you," he murmurs.
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Date: 2009-09-29 03:18 pm (UTC)He smiles at his reflection in the mirror, a finger running over the bandage. "I think one of my favorite things to do is feed you," he murmurs.