[There are two modes that usually win out after Diva's finished feeding. Either she gets the itis and needs a nap or she feels affectionate, like a cat whose gorged itself on cream. She hasn't taken too much from him and so she's more the latter right now, pulling her bloodied mouth off him, giving his wrist a little, slightly apologetic lap. Before Solomon can do much about it Diva's wriggling her way slightly into his lap, arms around his neck. Amshel wasn't awake to indulge in something like this so Solomon would have to do.
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[There are two modes that usually win out after Diva's finished feeding. Either she gets the itis and needs a nap or she feels affectionate, like a cat whose gorged itself on cream. She hasn't taken too much from him and so she's more the latter right now, pulling her bloodied mouth off him, giving his wrist a little, slightly apologetic lap. Before Solomon can do much about it Diva's wriggling her way slightly into his lap, arms around his neck. Amshel wasn't awake to indulge in something like this so Solomon would have to do.
Rip his fucking white suit.]