The flying creatures are full of their blood, but the night is still young for this couple. They don't care how much blood had been sucked. The fattened up bastards just can't stop them to finish their conversation tonight, nor their hotted up ears. Decision will only be made by them. They own the night!
Now I think I will be the last one to have that kind of relationship. I call it a bad luck, or postponed good luck, whatever. Happy for you though, haha!
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