013's Dorm
???: Knock knock.
Seven Stones: He's lying on his bed.
"Wh...What the hell..."
He's tired, and honestly, doesn't want to be bothered.
???: Knock. Knock. Knock.
Seven Stones: ...Whoever they are isn't going away, eh?
He sighs. Guess there's no use in trying to avoid it.
He comes to the door, opening it...
Dax: Dax is here. Just...standing there.
"Hi. Can I have your blood?"
Seven Stones: "...What?? No."
Dax: "Please?"
Seven Stones: "Why do you want my blood? How would you even get my blood?"
Dax: "...Well, I need it for experiments," They say. "And also, I can get your blood like this."
From a small pocket in their coat they pull out a syringe, stabbing it in Seven's shoulder in the blink of an eye. Seven Stones yells in pain, instinctively squirming as Dax takes a big suck of his blood. They then take the syringe out, leaving a small bleeding hole behind.
"See? Easy."
Seven Stones: "That hurt like hell! I didn't even tell you you could do that, you bitch!"
Dax: Blink. Blink.
"But you were asking questions. I thought you were interested, so I showed you."
Seven Stones: "That- Ugh-"
He sighs. "...Whatever. What 'experiments' are you even going to do with it?"
Dax: "....Meow."
They run off.
Seven Stones: "Wh- Dax! DAX!!"
It's too late. Dax is already gone to do who knows what.
...Huff. Well, back to bed he goes.