[ They really are a mess. Joonghyuk looks over to her and squints—it's just blOOD? What's wrong. Even if his blood is weird and spelling sentences like this is a horror, he doesn't make it a big deal. The ritual begins with a soft occultic and Halloween-y light while the wind kicks up for the atmosphere.
He adds pressure to his wound, rushing the blood to stop flowing and start clotting. When she finds her way back, he's made himself more acceptable with the use of a dainty handkerchief... While still holding onto the knife in the same hand. Eyes fall onto her little chalice. ]
That's acceptable.
[ They don't need a lot, but... He raises an eyebrow at her sidelong glance. ]
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He adds pressure to his wound, rushing the blood to stop flowing and start clotting. When she finds her way back, he's made himself more acceptable with the use of a dainty handkerchief... While still holding onto the knife in the same hand. Eyes fall onto her little chalice. ]
That's acceptable.
[ They don't need a lot, but... He raises an eyebrow at her sidelong glance. ]
What is it?
[ Is there something off? ]