Hot blood is a new concept - well, microwaved hot blood anyway. It's thicker, congealed, but Eponine doesn't really care. As soon as it's in front of her, she gulps down the blood, and uses her fingers to scrape the rest of it out.
She knows she looks like a gannet, and when she's eventually done, when every last speck of blood has been consumed, she looks guiltily at Joss.
"Here -" She reaches into the pocket of her leather jacket, and pulls out a few crumpled twenty pound notes.
"For the shower and the blood and that. Thank you."
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Hot blood is a new concept - well, microwaved hot blood anyway. It's thicker, congealed, but Eponine doesn't really care. As soon as it's in front of her, she gulps down the blood, and uses her fingers to scrape the rest of it out.
She knows she looks like a gannet, and when she's eventually done, when every last speck of blood has been consumed, she looks guiltily at Joss.
"Here -" She reaches into the pocket of her leather jacket, and pulls out a few crumpled twenty pound notes.
"For the shower and the blood and that. Thank you."