Yukio was taking an evening stroll as he smoked, its ember glow making his eyes glint in the twilight. Smelling the scent of sweet blood nearby, feeling thirsty, he'd flick his cigarette to the wind in favour of following his nose. His eyes took on a predatory flash, putting on his most charming smile and smoothest tones as he spoke to himself in search of this intoxicating scent. "I wonder if they'll look as sweet as they smell.."
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