noahandsweaters:

                _{“You could be nice to someone who’s just concerned. Then again—I s’pose you weren’t and you could have just been speaking out loud as you do often to yourself. Either way…sorry…I won’t bother asking if I can help with anything.” With hands raised, Noah took a step back and returned her attention back to her phone.}

  _{[ He smirks, entertaining the opportunity of an argument. Anything to distract him from the hunger that curses his throat. ]}

  _{[ … not that bothering flesh and bone is going to help. Because it won’t. Maybe it’s just an excuse. ]}

     _{“Now, why would I do that? Nice is just too easy.”}