[Maybe she'll even apologize to him for this. Stranger things have happened. As it stands, neither of them are really in their right minds right now: him, thanks to Rage, and her, thanks to the gnawing, desperate, utterly commanding hunger that's gripped her rational mind and taken over.
She moves terrifyingly swiftly, her hands going to his stupid mask, yanking it back-- not off his face, but just to bare his throat, then moving to pin his hands, to lean down, to bite--
It hurts. But not as badly as it might, which is odd. Maybe he'll think about that later, when they're all sane again. But it hurts, as her teeth sink into his flesh, tearing it just enough that blood wells up-- and it hits her tongue, it--]
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She moves terrifyingly swiftly, her hands going to his stupid mask, yanking it back-- not off his face, but just to bare his throat, then moving to pin his hands, to lean down, to bite--
It hurts. But not as badly as it might, which is odd. Maybe he'll think about that later, when they're all sane again. But it hurts, as her teeth sink into his flesh, tearing it just enough that blood wells up-- and it hits her tongue, it--]