It's cool. I haven't exactly got up in one of those in person, but there's stories, you know?

[ No harm no foul, Robbie. ]

I'm alright, it's not like...

[ He has to stop and think about what to say. Hell, thinking about blood being everywhere is sort of uncomfortable. It's day time and the reaction is sluggish, but Kevin can still feel a chunk of his consciousness dial in on the imagined details. Interested. Alert. Vampires talk about the Beast like it's a foreign thing implanted in them with the curse, but it's not. It's still them. It's the same parts of a person that notice the smell of a good meal being cooked, twisted and redirected into an alien hunger.

Kevin has practice. He's not hungry right now and it's just memory, it can be ignored. ]

I'm not gonna attack nobody. I got better control of myself than that. So long as I'm not starving, you guys are dealing with me and not... monster-me.

[ He's trying. Really, he is. ]

If you wanna talk weights and stuff, I don't know, man. I don't exactly lift.

[ That draws a semi-crooked smile, he thinks it's funny. ]

Me just sitting here I'm like... two dudes my size probably.

[ He's not a big kid, he wishes he'd gotten to be taller, but he has some muscle on him. Kevin wasn't built, but he was fit when the vampirism got him. ]

If I start burning blood... [ He tries to think of an example. ] One time I pushed a dumpster? Like I didn't pick that up, shit's heavy, but I pushed it a couple yards? I think that's the worst thing I ever moved.