It really did seem like they were following a routine, or maybe a script, as he heard the other in the kitchen. When the male came back out to talk to him he tried to ignore him, tried to ignore the smell of warm blood in the mug… how much of it did this guy drink? He listened to him taunt him, and when he started trying to think up names for him Aries just grimaced… why did it matter anyway?<br/><br/>"Just call me whatever. It doesn't matter." He replied, laying as he was a few moments longer before finally sitting up and looking at the other. "Can't you at least stay away when you're drinking?" He snapped, but it lacked some of the venom in his tone from the previous day… he was honestly exhausted. Of course, he had slept, but it was more than that… it was like no matter how much he slept he still felt like he didn't want to keep waking up.<br/><br/>He turned away from the other and retrieved the bag of chips from the previous night and nibbled on a couple, hoping to ignore his hunger easier if he actually ate. He recalled the previous night, being forced to feed from the male… it made him feel sick but he ignored it. At least the chips still tasted good… though he wasn't sure what he was going to do once they were all gone. But for now he seemed to be rationing his snacks.