*killua gulps, her demand acknowledged. he'd like to discourage violent behavior amongst his siblings, but if this is what she truly wants, there's nothing to be done about it. he extends his pointer claw again, opening his other hand and giving it a quick slice through the middle. a superficial cut splits his skin, blood pooling in the wrinkles of his palm. he extends it to her, wincing from the sting.*
no subject
here.