It doesn't feel too much like a trip now that I am back home, sipping blood from the bag as usual. Sure, the home looks a lot emptier since it's just Akira and me here, but the familiarity of this place really messes with the new feel of a place in Kyoto. Then again, who am I to complain? I am getting everything I need within the comfort of a few minutes.
"How is the blood tasting, Kazuki-sama? Is it to your liking?" Akira asked, noticing the bag I was drinking from was hers.
"It's good. I like it a lot," I said, enjoying the sweet taste of her blood. Reminds me of candies for some reason. I wonder why.
