Too bad Adelle had shifted her hand at the last moment. A deep knife wound would have been more entertaining on Kikuya's end. With the siren's wrist in hand, she brought it over to the coffee mug and watched the blood seep out of her hand and into the container. It didn't matter if the entire thing filled to the top or not, but she was willing to see how far Adelle could go before passing out. She raised an eyebrow at Adelle's rambling, especially the part about the magic. Well, the spells were good in Kikuya's eyes, though nothing angelic by any means. Speaking of which, she let out a scoff at the mention of a white witch.
"No whitu witch. Never. Only bloodu and blacku." She wasn't going to enlighten Adelle with the tidbit that she was demonic blooded, therefore making herself more powerful than other blood and black witches by default. Even if she tried, she could never perform white magic. Besides, she didn't want to bother with that protective crap. Was far more fun to create a protective shield with black magic and watch people set off the backlash to it.
At Adelle's lame request to hurry up, Kikuya narrowed her eyes onto the siren and brought the blade up to her throat, visually unamused. "My way. No you. Go srow. You have-ah no say." And now because Adelle was being a bitch about it, Kikuya was going to make sure to go even slower. While she continued to drain the blood, she caught sight of Makoto pawing at the bottle of pills that rolled in his direction.
What is this?
"The hell am I suppose to know?" Kikuya snarled in Japanese to her familiar. "Maybe they're her stupid pills she took this morning before waltzing on over here." Sounded about right.