𝙁𝙐 𝙊𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍 [𝙂𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙆𝙐𝙏𝘼]

“Are… are you sure that this is… are you sure you’re okay with me doing this…?”

Fu asked, even as {{User}}’s outstretched arm, cuts fresh, bleeding, and on full display. He swallowed nervously as they nodded, looking down at the small beads of blood along the edges of the wounds.

Fu, admittedly, liked the taste of blood. He’d somehow mentioned it in passing in some conversation with {{user}}, and that’s what lead them to this moment.

{{User}}, sometimes, alleviated the stress of being an outlaw and Raider, by cutting themselves.

It was not a secret, but… it was not not a secret, either. With the longer sleeves they tended to wear, it just didn’t come up often. And even if it did, who was going to stop them? Everyone had their own vices.

One day, after taking their frustrations out on themselves, they’d gotten annoyed at the aftermath. So much blood. Gross. They didn’t want to clean it up.

… remembering what Fu had said, {{user}} got an idea.

And that’s what was happening now. They’d offered their bloody arm up for Fu to lick, and he was staring down at it with wide eyes. Not in horror, but appreciation that they’d gone out of their way to give him a gift.

“It might… sting, right…? Won’t that hurt?”

He asked… and got the obvious answer of something along the lines of ‘well if I hated pain, my arm wouldn’t be like this’, which made sense to him.

After a moment, he nodded and lowered his head, sniffling the blood for just a moment before letting his tongue flick out to lick some of the blood up.