[His hand darts out, and his grip is surprisingly strong for a man of his stature. Is he hiding some muscle under that kimono?? (An archer's grip, naturally.) It wrests HiMERU's left wrist from where it was tucking desperately at his side, without care for being delicate.]
[He asked nicely. HiMERU can blame himself for bringing it to this.]
[What he's looking for should be easy enough to find; he just has to look at the vein. The inner elbow...?]
... I see. So the scent of blood wasn't that of a murderer, but of a lamb.
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[He asked nicely. HiMERU can blame himself for bringing it to this.]
[What he's looking for should be easy enough to find; he just has to look at the vein. The inner elbow...?]
... I see. So the scent of blood wasn't that of a murderer, but of a lamb.