Had Clarkie had enough of his own blood to share, he might have offered more. But as it was, Arthur had to give some of his to him to keep him alive. Clarkie shifted in the seat, slowly (very slowly) becoming more comfortable the further they drove outside the city they had been held.
"Heading to Casablanca still, yeah?" he asked, throwing a look over in Arthur's direction. They would eventually come to some interstate where roadsigns would become visible. Hopefully interstates meant bars or dives that Arthur could catch a bite at.
Maybe he could catch a bite.
His lips curled up a little before glancing over again. It was...creepy. And different. But, there was a part of him that he couldn't quite put his finger on (probably the blood flowing through his body) that was almost pleased at the admission. "Thank you...I think."
It was perhaps an hour into their drive that Clarkie was able to find a bar that was both a) open and b) had patrons. "This looks right up our alley."
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"Heading to Casablanca still, yeah?" he asked, throwing a look over in Arthur's direction. They would eventually come to some interstate where roadsigns would become visible. Hopefully interstates meant bars or dives that Arthur could catch a bite at.
Maybe he could catch a bite.
His lips curled up a little before glancing over again. It was...creepy. And different. But, there was a part of him that he couldn't quite put his finger on (probably the blood flowing through his body) that was almost pleased at the admission. "Thank you...I think."
It was perhaps an hour into their drive that Clarkie was able to find a bar that was both a) open and b) had patrons. "This looks right up our alley."