Hoshor Plains Never in the daylight

His ears tilted to the familiar footsteps of Donovan.
He licked his lips, blood upon his tongue now gently smeared on his pale chin.
He tilted his head to look at his crush leader.

Not really.
He couldn't sleep well no.
"Come here," he murmured, a devilish look in his eye.
He was too sore to fool about tonight, but perhaps just some gentle flirting will be fine.
He wondered what mood Donovan would be in tonight, though.