Chris shrugs at the gentle comment, then crowches, "I don't know, they seem to be doing a pretty good job" he says putting a hand out to one of the mice. He snaps his hand away as one of the mice lunges for it, teeth bared, "see?" he says, looking at payton. Chris takes the leather glove off, then pricks his palm with a fang, he breaths out soft squeeks at the mouse, the mouse aperently conviced Chris is a friend curls up on his palm, drinking happily, "I think I'll keep him"
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