grins, spotting the young boy sleeping. He chuckles to himself, sitting next to him and taking the gun off his hand before he bends a bit_

more, grabbing him by his hair and pulling his head to the side, ready to bit him.

bite*

startles, scrambling to try and get away and cursing. He hadn't meant to doze off at all, and the one time he *did*...!

grins. "God morgen, sunshine." he hums, licking his neck and making himself comfortable before he gets a better hold of the boy, sinking_

his teeth on his neck.

gasps, reaching back to try and hit the bastard, his neck feels like it's practically on fire...

groans, pulling back and spitting. "Your blood tastes like vomit." he hisses, quickly standing up and backing away, glad he took his gun.

scrambled back, holding his neck, "Gh, how would that even...?!" He wasn't sure whether he should be a little offended or very grateful.

grins. "Not even your blood is good!" he teases, then runs for his life.

uses his blanket to try and stanch the bleeding, alert and really upset that he'd lost his gun.