[ The life he has led up to this point has been nothing but violence. He was taught that through violence he can make people care about him. He's always fought hard for whatever attention he gets - positive or negative. It's so much easier here in this place, though. If he asks, there's people around who are eager to engage in violence and feed into his impulses.
That's why he's here, isn't he? To feed into his own impulses while he gives someone the type of pain they've been craving.
Giovanni's had his hair pulled on more than one occasion, and he doesn't even flinch when it's gripped tight in Eren's hands. He feels it but he doesn't expect that his head is going to be pulled away from the bite wound. He takes a bit of the flesh with him and spits it out when his head is lifted. Those saw-sharp teeth are covered in Eren's blood and a little smirk on his face before he's kissed.
He hadn't expected that, either. Not because he was unaware of what this was, but because people don't really always seem eager to taste their own blood. It's sloppy, it feels like. He lets out an amused grunt at the action. He's getting into it. That's good.
That's fine, Giovanni's sloppy, too. His kisses are all parted lips and teeth seeking out whatever flesh he can find, though he's diligent to not cause injury on Eren's face. The other certainly can see what his own blood tastes like. Giovanni's mouth is covered in it. There's no hiding what he's done.
One hand moved to grip the other's back, fingers digging in to hold him close. He'll linger in that kiss as long as the other demands it, but the moment he doesn't, he'll give him that crooked, bloody smile as his eyes scan Eren's body for the next part he wants to sink his teeth into.
He doesn't have anything to say, he usually doesn't. ]
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That's why he's here, isn't he? To feed into his own impulses while he gives someone the type of pain they've been craving.
Giovanni's had his hair pulled on more than one occasion, and he doesn't even flinch when it's gripped tight in Eren's hands. He feels it but he doesn't expect that his head is going to be pulled away from the bite wound. He takes a bit of the flesh with him and spits it out when his head is lifted. Those saw-sharp teeth are covered in Eren's blood and a little smirk on his face before he's kissed.
He hadn't expected that, either. Not because he was unaware of what this was, but because people don't really always seem eager to taste their own blood. It's sloppy, it feels like. He lets out an amused grunt at the action. He's getting into it. That's good.
That's fine, Giovanni's sloppy, too. His kisses are all parted lips and teeth seeking out whatever flesh he can find, though he's diligent to not cause injury on Eren's face. The other certainly can see what his own blood tastes like. Giovanni's mouth is covered in it. There's no hiding what he's done.
One hand moved to grip the other's back, fingers digging in to hold him close. He'll linger in that kiss as long as the other demands it, but the moment he doesn't, he'll give him that crooked, bloody smile as his eyes scan Eren's body for the next part he wants to sink his teeth into.
He doesn't have anything to say, he usually doesn't. ]