[It takes all of the willpower Sherlock Holmes possesses not to snatch it out of Jonathan's hand. He takes it at a polite speed, with only the slightest tremble in his fingers, but the words Jonathan is saying go out of focus.
Sherlock's mouth opens, and a pair of teeth drive through the body of the plastic bag. They cut cleanly through it, and immediately, the amount of blood in the bag is visibly shrinking --
-- and, immediately, Sherlock Holmes gives a revolted shudder.]
Uugh-- [he says, muffled, into the plastic. It is near-rotten, it is ice-cold, it is filmy with preserving chemicals and worst of all it is dead, but he swallows it, drawing it up through his fangs, as his face screws up in disgust.] Mnng--
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Sherlock's mouth opens, and a pair of teeth drive through the body of the plastic bag. They cut cleanly through it, and immediately, the amount of blood in the bag is visibly shrinking --
-- and, immediately, Sherlock Holmes gives a revolted shudder.]
Uugh-- [he says, muffled, into the plastic. It is near-rotten, it is ice-cold, it is filmy with preserving chemicals and worst of all it is dead, but he swallows it, drawing it up through his fangs, as his face screws up in disgust.] Mnng--
[And yet, he drinks it.]