He's quiet for a moment and seems to really contemplate if he actually, you know, wants to give her his blood. He likes to get it on him but he's not a fan of sharing? That's a whole new experience.
But eventually, he takes his hand back and reaches for the sword at his side, drawing it just slightly from its sheath and
Grips the blade with his hand. His blade is sharp and in fine condition. It cuts him easily and he lets go, sheathing his sword with a click and holding out his hand to her. THe cut is thin and it begins to bleed,)
[ But what kind of favor is comparable to blood sharing... oh well, she'll suffer the consequences later.
For now she cradles his hand, bringing it up to her mouth and focusing on the wound. The blood, the familiar coppery tang that hits her nose and gives a half of her a sense of relief and power. She drinks from his palm, lapping at the blood.
When she's finished red peppers around her lips, and she sheepishly pulls away to wipe it with the back of her hand. ]
(I wonder if his blood tastes extra iron-y bc he's a sword hmm. Things RP makes u question.
Anyway, this is weird and he isn't really sure how to react to any of this so he just.... chooses to not react? Like yes, if he just accepts that This Is A Thing That Is Happening then he doesn't have to think about it anymore than that.
Fortunately, she doesn't seem to take much from him. He's lost more blood in battles before. Something like this is nothing. He takes back his hand and looks at the color.
Beside him, Kiku tweets and?? Beats at his leg with her wings? Pecks at him?)
Don't worry, don't worry.
(He waves his other hand in the air to dimiss everything in the air. The gratitude, the concern, all of it. He doesn't deal with emotions like this, okay.)
I've spilled more than this before. (But he's going to reaaaaaaach over the bed for his first aid kit which is like, probably on a nightstand or something right now.) Something like this is nothing.
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He lets her take his hand, doesn't offer any resistance, and is quiet for a moment. He's not really used to people just taking his hand hahaha. Hm.)
ANd how will you cut me?
(Asks the sword spirit... like he doesn't have a whole sword...)
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I don't really have a weapon or anything... I had a knife on me back home, but you know what was my "personal item"? A flower.
[ And it's WILTING like what even was the point. ]
I don't wanna hurt you too bad...
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He's quiet for a moment and seems to really contemplate if he actually, you know, wants to give her his blood. He likes to get it on him but he's not a fan of sharing? That's a whole new experience.
But eventually, he takes his hand back and reaches for the sword at his side, drawing it just slightly from its sheath and
Grips the blade with his hand. His blade is sharp and in fine condition. It cuts him easily and he lets go, sheathing his sword with a click and holding out his hand to her. THe cut is thin and it begins to bleed,)
A favor for a favor.
(Basically, she owes him later.)
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[ But what kind of favor is comparable to blood sharing... oh well, she'll suffer the consequences later.
For now she cradles his hand, bringing it up to her mouth and focusing on the wound. The blood, the familiar coppery tang that hits her nose and gives a half of her a sense of relief and power. She drinks from his palm, lapping at the blood.
When she's finished red peppers around her lips, and she sheepishly pulls away to wipe it with the back of her hand. ]
... Thank you.
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Anyway, this is weird and he isn't really sure how to react to any of this so he just.... chooses to not react? Like yes, if he just accepts that This Is A Thing That Is Happening then he doesn't have to think about it anymore than that.
Fortunately, she doesn't seem to take much from him. He's lost more blood in battles before. Something like this is nothing. He takes back his hand and looks at the color.
Beside him, Kiku tweets and?? Beats at his leg with her wings? Pecks at him?)
Don't worry, don't worry.
(He waves his other hand in the air to dimiss everything in the air. The gratitude, the concern, all of it. He doesn't deal with emotions like this, okay.)
I've spilled more than this before. (But he's going to reaaaaaaach over the bed for his first aid kit which is like, probably on a nightstand or something right now.) Something like this is nothing.
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That doesn't matter. The fact that it had to come to this at all is the problem, so I'll figure out a way to fix it soon enough.
[ The last thing she wants to do is to be a burden?? ]
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You're going to find a supply of blood?
(Picking at the bandages instead of actually looking at her. He knows what it's like to feel vulnerable? So he'll let her save some face there.)