[Suddenly quiet. Yuca vaguely tries to struggle out of Horst's grip, but he gives up when he realizes that the vampire didn't seem like he was going to hurt him. The scrutiny was a little unnerving, if Yuca could feel unnerved... which, he was sort of thinking that he could. And that anger, earlier- where had that came from? Bits and pieces of memory, of names, of emotions were trickling back to him, and it was so strange, like he was the bottom of the hourglass, slowly being filled with grain after grain of sand.
He swallows hard, meeting Horst's gaze as best as he could.]
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[Suddenly quiet. Yuca vaguely tries to struggle out of Horst's grip, but he gives up when he realizes that the vampire didn't seem like he was going to hurt him. The scrutiny was a little unnerving, if Yuca could feel unnerved... which, he was sort of thinking that he could. And that anger, earlier- where had that came from? Bits and pieces of memory, of names, of emotions were trickling back to him, and it was so strange, like he was the bottom of the hourglass, slowly being filled with grain after grain of sand.
He swallows hard, meeting Horst's gaze as best as he could.]
...what's wrong?