*once nanika has gathered up her gift, killua staunches the flow with the hem of his jacket's sleeve, pressing his other thumb against the throbbing wound through the fabric. he'll have to get the blood out of his clothes later -- and hers, he thinks with a grimace, as he watches her stain her wrist while she plays with his blood like a pleased kitten.

her catlike tendencies don't end there, as she dips in and uses her tongue to lap up the spill -- but what she does next is much more intentional, tipping her head back to imbibe him. his voice rises with alarm and confusion, hair standing on end at the sight of her saccharine smile stained with blood.*

n-nanika...!

*pulling his injured hand out of his sleeve, she begins to drink his blood direct from the source while he sits frozen in fear. his heart pounds in his chest, sending blood oozing into her mouth as his trembles ajar.*

what're you... you shouldn't... drink that...

*his lids droop with dizziness, the rhythmic swiping of her tongue against the stinging cut putting him into an eerie stupor. if this was only her second request... what would she want next?*