[h3][color=666fff]Alyona[/color][/h3]

[@Spin The Wheel]

Aly didn't like it when they asked further questions. She was hoping he'd get the idea, but she WAS keeping things vague on purpose. She would just have to suck it up and commit to the act. "[b][color=666fff]I don't just heal up like normal. I need to take it from others.[/color][/b]" She took a small step forward. "[b][color=666fff]That's a way you can help me. It won't leave a mark on you at all, I promise.[/color][/b]" She let her voice waver as she proposed the idea - adding in perhaps a tinge of desperation might help, though it was mainly just because of the various bruises she had protesting her movement. She didn't have the best read on the boy, but she was banking on looking hurt being the ticket for getting his sympathy. He at least seemed innocent enough not to ask for something weird. It would have been just her luck to get a middle schooler who would ask for a kiss in return or something.

That last part she said was actually true, though Aly was careful not to guarantee it was painless. Her lances didn't break skin or cut through anything, so there would be no mark from being drained. However, from firsthand accounts, she knew that it wasn't exactly pleasant to be hit by one either. From her end, though, she thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of leeching energy from people. Alyona never put much thought into describing it - she wasn't a poet and didn't intend on becoming one any time soon.