His face colors, both from embarrassment and a bit of indignation. He narrows his eyes, tips his head one way, then in the opposite direction.] The fangs, you mean?
[Nevermind the fact he's totally invading Kavinsky's personal space to examine the little points, his own fangs slipping free when he opens his mouth to comment,] Ah— [he stops, though, leans back so they're face to face.] I see no similarities between you two, aside from those, but you don't have to have the same blood to be 'family.'
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His face colors, both from embarrassment and a bit of indignation. He narrows his eyes, tips his head one way, then in the opposite direction.] The fangs, you mean?
[Nevermind the fact he's totally invading Kavinsky's personal space to examine the little points, his own fangs slipping free when he opens his mouth to comment,] Ah— [he stops, though, leans back so they're face to face.] I see no similarities between you two, aside from those, but you don't have to have the same blood to be 'family.'