Shuichi got up and grabbed a small bag. He went to the freezer and started filling the bag with ice. “I am not sure, Hakuba. And I don’t know anything about having venom. Even then, it would be reminiscent of rear-fanged snakes and having to chew and work at their victim a while because my fangs aren’t hollow. As for the bat thing, I haven’t tried it.”
He set the bag of ice in front of Hakuba and sat back down. Concentrating, he wondered if he really could transform or if he just looked silly. About when he was going to give up, though, now he was draped in cloth. Oh, for heaven’s sake…
He climbed out and flew clumsily up to the table. A bat. A tiny, fluffy one at that. He looked up at Hakuba. Voice squeaky and high pitched, he said, “That appears to be a yes.”
Hakuba sighed, pressing the bag of ice to his neck with a frown. “Thank you,” he said, though he felt as though Shuichi really didn’t deserve the gratitude. Not for having bitten him like that. Undignified. Uncalled for. Unprecedented. And certainly unexpected from someone that he had thought was as civilized as Subaru-san. And he couldn’t even tell him if he’d soon be a vampire, as well? Hmf!
Pouting, he didn’t bother to respond further until he realized that the other man had disappeared. He blinked, brows raising high on his forehead as he tried to stand up to look – only to be forced back into a heavy sit, head spinning. Bad idea, bad idea. He let out a slow breath, then massaged his temples with the hand not holding the ice pack, then glanced over at the bat that was his sensei.
“Indeed… and, what do you know, I was right. Desmodus rotundus after all; the common vampire bat. Of course.” Hakuba leaned his head bad and closed his eyes. “Well, then. Any other world-shattering pieces of information to share? I’m a rather captive audience at present, so you may as well dish to your fuzzy self’s content."