Did Adelle really think she was going to give into her demands? Pfff, no. Kikuya was demonic blooded and didn't give a shit about the sake of others. Just as long as she got her way, that was all that mattered... though it was kind of hard to get more blood when the source suddenly collapsed on the floor. Blinking, Kikuya released her wrist and just stared at her. Lovely, now she had to deal with this bullshit.
Did she die? Makoto went over to the siren and sniffed at her forehead.
"No, you idiot, she just passed out. Probably didn't have the balls to have that much blood drained. Tch, I don't know what Whisper sees in that wench." As she talked in Japanese, Kikuya went about sealing up the coffee mug and tossed it into her fridge. Then she glanced at her slightly blooded hands along with the knife on the counter, and just rolled her eyes before going about cleaning it all up.
What are you going to do with her? Makoto returned to playing with the bottle of iron bills.
"Don't know, probably drag her pathetic ass back to her room. It's just down the hall." Kikuya figured she could drop off Adelle and pray she didn't bleed to death, because how else was she going to get more siren blood in the future? Once she was done cleaning up, she tended to the siren's hand, which involved a massive piece of gauze and duct tape. It was either that or bleed to death. The way she saw it was that she didn't have to be the one ripping off duct tape, so hopefully Adelle would have fun with that. With that all patched up, she did her best to drag the siren out of her home and down the hall to drop her off at her door. Maybe Kikuya would check back in an hour to see if she was still there. Until then, she had to call up her house keeper to clean up the mess in the kitchen, because Kikuya sure as hell wan't.