[One day he'll get better taste! Hopefully! But it might not be soon unfortunately because he's planning blood tasting sessions with absinthe in another thread anyway

Levity grips the jacket in his teeth, groans with pain, body tensing under Hope's hands. Maybe it would have been a good idea to knock him out first, who knows.

For a few moments there's nothing in the incisions but the pooling of blood, but then there's a flash of something darker - a sprout of a flower rising slowly, like in those timelapse nature videos, pushing flesh and skin aside like a regular plant would soil and asphalt.]