[Right. Stop laughing at Marco, Josuke, you barely know him and it's rude.
... it is funny, though.]
Well... I guess deadly make-outs would put anyone in a weird mood. [even a serial killer] Me? I just need contact with a heartbeat, like in their neck or wrist or whatever.
[Like a reverse nurse. Unsurprisingly, the thought makes him uncomfortable. The first time he'd done it, it had come so frighteningly naturally, as if he'd known all along that this was how he was supposed to feel and feed and he was just waiting to wake up to it. The sensation of their pulse slowing and slipping away, the drumming of his own heart... it was right. Suddenly, he doesn't seem quite so amused by the whole thing.]
As long as I can still feel it, I can use a spell to drain their energy. I... I'm getting better at it. Now it doesn't take me as long and afterwards... it feels good, doesn't it? Like tuning a radio just right so all the static goes away. Is that what it's like for you when-
[Josuke stops himself abruptly, paling. No. No, no, no. He doesn't want to hear this. He doesn't need to hear this. He won't. Swallowing hard, he picks up Money again and tucks him into the front of his sweater.]
... fuck. I don't wanna think about this right now.
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... it is funny, though.]
Well... I guess deadly make-outs would put anyone in a weird mood. [even a serial killer] Me? I just need contact with a heartbeat, like in their neck or wrist or whatever.
[Like a reverse nurse. Unsurprisingly, the thought makes him uncomfortable. The first time he'd done it, it had come so frighteningly naturally, as if he'd known all along that this was how he was supposed to feel and feed and he was just waiting to wake up to it. The sensation of their pulse slowing and slipping away, the drumming of his own heart... it was right. Suddenly, he doesn't seem quite so amused by the whole thing.]
As long as I can still feel it, I can use a spell to drain their energy. I... I'm getting better at it. Now it doesn't take me as long and afterwards... it feels good, doesn't it? Like tuning a radio just right so all the static goes away. Is that what it's like for you when-
[Josuke stops himself abruptly, paling. No. No, no, no. He doesn't want to hear this. He doesn't need to hear this. He won't. Swallowing hard, he picks up Money again and tucks him into the front of his sweater.]
... fuck. I don't wanna think about this right now.