[The sooner L's wound is closed, the better. He can't possibly have all that much blood in him to begin with; he needs to keep it right where it is.
Pain is... still a very new sensation for the SQUIP, and a rare one; it encounters it only occasionally, even in this body, so when the cut is made, it's unable to catch itself before its features tighten just slightly, the next breath it draws the slightest bit more sharp.
But then it's over, and the instant passes, and it patiently allows L to draw from it as he needs, bandaging his own wound and then attempting to make itself comfortable.
Blood... it glances at the wound, at the way it easily wells forth and spills over. This is... its blood. It wonders if it has DNA now, just how far this human suit was taken. Could it reproduce? What would such an offspring be like?
A small, yet sharp, surge of something very, very negative shoots up its spine at that thought.
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Pain is... still a very new sensation for the SQUIP, and a rare one; it encounters it only occasionally, even in this body, so when the cut is made, it's unable to catch itself before its features tighten just slightly, the next breath it draws the slightest bit more sharp.
But then it's over, and the instant passes, and it patiently allows L to draw from it as he needs, bandaging his own wound and then attempting to make itself comfortable.
Blood... it glances at the wound, at the way it easily wells forth and spills over. This is... its blood. It wonders if it has DNA now, just how far this human suit was taken. Could it reproduce? What would such an offspring be like?
A small, yet sharp, surge of something very, very negative shoots up its spine at that thought.
It needs to shed this body as soon as possible.]