"I'm sure they sell liver in the butcher shops, probably wouldn't hurt to try that," Makoto replied, the sounds of the toy war seemed to be faded as they settled or retreated. A few dolls had broken seams again and he sighed softly. He couldn't fix those. But he would worry about that later, he wasn't sure there was a butcher shop in this Story. Did people live off cookies and pastries? Hm...
"I'll be right back."
He took the bucket back to the well to dump the rest of the water back in, before asking a resident he could borrow a small bowl and a small knife. He was obliged and promised to return it cleaned. Then, he sat down a little ways away from the resident but also from Nino so he couldn't see. He set the bowl down on the ground and, after a moment's thought, cut the inside of his arm. The blood welled and dripped down into the bowl. He barely hissed in pain.
When he returned to Nino, he handed the bowl to Nino. There was a handkerchief tied around his forearm as well. "Let me know if that's not enough."
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"I'll be right back."
He took the bucket back to the well to dump the rest of the water back in, before asking a resident he could borrow a small bowl and a small knife. He was obliged and promised to return it cleaned. Then, he sat down a little ways away from the resident but also from Nino so he couldn't see. He set the bowl down on the ground and, after a moment's thought, cut the inside of his arm. The blood welled and dripped down into the bowl. He barely hissed in pain.
When he returned to Nino, he handed the bowl to Nino. There was a handkerchief tied around his forearm as well. "Let me know if that's not enough."