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[Words try to come out. He is not even certain which words, only that they get stuck in his throat.

With blind hunger, he reaches for the cup; his fingers scrabble a bit, embarrassingly, as he brings it to his face and gulps at it.

It is a disgusting act, fundamentally. The mild loss of composure feels like a humiliation he cannot bear. But the blood itself is an improvement: not yet dead, fresh from a living vein, given to him, to help him...

It's not perfect. It's like seeing a friend by chance but knowing you only have a few seconds before you go your separate ways. But it's better.

He loves his friends. The vampire part of him loves his friends to death.

When the blood's dissppeared, an inhumanly long tongue comes out -- not all the way, just enough to swipe the inside of the cup. Then, reddened vampire eyes lock onto the open wound of Jonathan's.

He could cauterize that chemically, rather than with fire, Sherlock wants to say. He cannot say it. All that comes out is a vague noise, made in the direction of Jonathan's wrist.

Sherlock wants to lock his jaw onto it. Instinct tells him to. Other instinct tells him he must not. For the moment, he's frozen.]

[Thank god the fire is long burning. Do not bite that, Sherlock. It's unhealthy, and unwise. Strangely at least, the sight of Sherlock like this has broken whatever awkward astonishment he was in before. Instead, watching the other drink eagerly at the glass to the point of licking it clean he asks-]

...So I see my theory was correct then?

It is -- better, [he says, his throat scratchy. Not enough. It isn't enough. But -- for vampires, is it ever enough? They can hold enough blood that one can hardly believe it. No, Sherlock cannot think about this in terms of satiation. He must think in terms of survival.

Dark red spots appear high on his cheeks. He forgot himself, just a bit, in his thirst. Good lord, what shape is his tongue? That is new, and not entirely pleasant.]

I was not lying, before. I am most grateful.

[He's now staring off to the side, at the ground.]

I'm glad to hear it, [he says quite honestly, sighing in clear relief.] Have you any idea of how long this ought last for you at least? Forgive me for being so direct, but it seems quite clear to me that you're not enjoying this state of things in the slightest...

None at all. How could I? This is a monster I have never been -- one I intended never to become. The only data I have is the two points that have just been gathered.

[That Joestar's rehydrated blood is the most disgusting thing in the world, and that Joestar's blood spilled into a vessel is Okay.]

The variety among vampiric specimens is so great that I cannot make any assumptions of safety or satiation based on others of the kind.

[He is not enjoying this at all.]

The two you just now...

[Give him a minute.] ...Oh dear. Is the focus on blood so very intense that it overrides every other thought for the state you might yet have?

[He sounds somewhat alarmed- and for that matter looks at his wrist again.] ...ought I simply drain the flask and refill it myself..?

....

[He takes stock of himself as honestly as he
can.]

...no, it is...not so bad as that, not yet. Do not do anything -- hasty -- regarding your own veins, Joestar. We will test the bagged stuff first and work from there.

Oh! Yes, yes of course, [The demon quickly agrees, nodding firmly.] Well then, if you'll follow me Sherlock- it's not especially far from here, and if need be I'm quite willing to teleport us a few points along the path.

Save your energy, [Sherlock replies, waving a hand in Jonathan's direction.] If it becomes -- dire enough to call for it, you will know.

[It's why he's not suggesting flight as a bat, or the quick-run he can do. It'll burn through Sherlock's reserves faster.]

We will walk.

Very well, [the demon replies, leading the way at a casual pace.] We shall be entering at the rear of the building, I'll tell you now- entering through the front as you might perhaps imagine, oft brings a great deal of shock to those there.

[...Sherlock glances sideways at Joestar.]

Am I correct in assuming you have had tutors all of your life? No significant time spent at boarding school?

[He stops on the spot, blinking.]

...I'm familiar with your deductive capabilities, but just how on earth did my statement lead to that? You are indeed correct of course; my father was quite hesitant to send me away in my youth, and even after my step-sibling was adopted, he held us quite close to the home until the day we enrolled within University. ...But how on earth did that tell you this?

Because a statement like that would have left you mocked mercilessly by the other schoolboys. Do not ask me to explain it; I will refuse.

[He doesn't feel like getting into it. Which also feels like innuendo. Fuck. Help. Is this vampire brain or just because he got into his boyfriend's pants the other week and now he's got to manage an addiction? Neither one is good!]

[Jonathan is left to blink. And blink repeatedly, in fact.] Would it really..? T'was how the doctor himself explained it in his instructions after all...

...Very well then Sherlock, if you so insist, I shan't ask for further detail. Though I do wonder how you would rather it be put in that case.

[He waves a hand.]

It matters little. I understand your meaning, and it provided insight into your history.

You did not miss out on anything important, and indeed were spared a great deal of difficulty.

[He does not remember his school days fondly.]

I shall have to take your word for it I fear, for rather plainly, a good amount of my childhood was not as sunny as I once thought; my step-sibling was quite effective at turning local towns children against me I find, [he mutters, leading his friend onward once again.]

Still, I do extend some apology for whatever hardship you experienced yourself then, as I can only imagine such statements to come from experience itself.

It is hardly your fault, [Sherlock replies, choosing not to argue which horrible childhood experience was worse] but the sympathy is appreciated.

Should you have been sent to school together, your not so sunny childhood would have been a storm without refuge.

I can't find it in me to doubt it, which is quite a fright to imagine... [Hihhhh. Well.] Ah- that ought be the hospital ahead...this way then, the employee's entrance is along the back...

[Dutifully, Sherlock follows. He takes stock of himself again: he is able to consider matters besides blood and heartbeats. He should be safe to go inside the hospital.]

I may be recognized, here.

[His work brings him into contact with hospital staff on occasion, though usually it's the interns who get the bodies from the hospital morgue.]

Might you? [Jonathan asks, making his way to the door.] How likely do you suspect it?

In a professional capacity, not a violent one. We retrieve corpses from this hospital, sometimes.

It will depend on which staff is on duty.

Oh- I'd not assumed otherwise, I assure you that!

Still, I'd not considered the fact that we might encounter one who would be tasked with such discharge, [he ponders, looking to the door as he goes to knock and wait.] Though I suppose both of our respective fields of interaction would indeed involve a nurse at times...

We shall see what can be seen.

[He folds his arms and settles in to wait to be let in.]

Of course.

[The door opens after a moment- a middle aged fellow in the typical garb of local doctors opens it, and with a look prepares to speak...but hesitates, seeing the vampire with Jonathan.]

Good evening! I apologize for not calling ahead, but I've a friend who shall be sharing with my typical pick-up today. Worry not, I'll not be demanding extra, [he adds with a well meaning chuckle.

The doctor of course, is not lessening their caution.]

Sherlock Holmes.

[A polite incline of his head.]

I am the coroner at Veritas Morgue and Mortuary.

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no I'm fucking doing it

HEH

cw references to crude humor, sex, school bullying

sheds a laughing tear

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