[He leads Fabian to the kitchen, where he opens a small cabinet that smells of herbs and spices.]
Vanessa's my designated "mom." [He rolls his eyes.] Could be worse, I guess.
[Her dark aura still rustles his vampire sensitivities with a mix of fear and attraction, but Natsuno's spiteful refusal to follow his monster instincts manages to balance things out. Neither of them want to bother each other with unwanted supernatural crap, so it works out.
Natsuno comes up with three bottles which he puts on the kitchen table, not before giving each a sniff. It smells nice, at least, not that any of it can affect him.]
These are supposed to be relaxing. Not sure what's the right dosage.
[Either the baby calms down or it falls into a coma and dies. Win-win as far as he's concerned.]
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Vanessa's my designated "mom." [He rolls his eyes.] Could be worse, I guess.
[Her dark aura still rustles his vampire sensitivities with a mix of fear and attraction, but Natsuno's spiteful refusal to follow his monster instincts manages to balance things out. Neither of them want to bother each other with unwanted supernatural crap, so it works out.
Natsuno comes up with three bottles which he puts on the kitchen table, not before giving each a sniff. It smells nice, at least, not that any of it can affect him.]
These are supposed to be relaxing. Not sure what's the right dosage.
[Either the baby calms down or it falls into a coma and dies. Win-win as far as he's concerned.]