Huey: he nodded his head. "That seems reasonable. Now if I'm not near The mockingbird I have to have an almost constant supply of blood inside of me. I can keep blood good for an hour or two before it will go bad and i'll have to use it. I don't produce the same toxins as he does so I can't keep it thinned and edible as long as he can."

George: George paused for a moment to think. "Maybe bring packets of blood with you in small water bottles," George suggested. "That way, no one would see what you were drinking as long as it was the kind of water bottle with a non-clear exterior and you could get more blood."

Ariv: He felt tired. Extremely tired in fact, but he just couldn't sleep. Ariv rolled onto his other side as he faced the wall, trying to fall asleep.

Huey: he shook his head. "It dosnt work like that. The blood has to be fresh or constantly filtered through our systems. Otherwise it tastes gross and I can't drink it."

George: George frowned, his bushy eyebrows narrowing. "Well that's a bit of a predicament..." George bit his lip and began mumbling under his breath softly. "Maybe we could... No no... That wouldn't... If we... If you get the blood fresh from something earlier the day, would that be fine?"

Ariv: Ariv sighed as he sat up. He didn't feel like sleeping now. Ariv slipped out of bed and looked around for something to do.

Huey: he scrunched up his nose in disgust. "No, that would be horrible. Fresh means within the half an hour or stored in the fridge for up to an hour." He shivered at the thought of drinking old blood.