You promptly wipe the dog from your memory, and notice that the pool of blood has gotten larger.
Seriously, how much blood do the Purplebloods have in them.
Like yeah, they're big.
Like really, really big.
But how does that much blood fit inside someone? Who could say? You certainly couldn't.
You let the intrusive thoughts win, and scoop up some of the blood.
You are pretty used to troll blood at this point. You use it as paint for your finger paintings (The best in the whole world). But you've never seen any quite this shade or hue.
Also it seem way thicker than normal.
It almost looks like froyo.
You really want to put it in your mouth.
Before you do, you can feel Ariele glaring at you. She's really mad. You aren't scared of many things, but she scares you a lot. For good reason honestly. She's a career criminal that's probably fucked up.
You put your finger in your mouth as you walk towards her and see a mop bucket. She tells you you have to mop up the blood while she hides the body. You feel like this hallway has been surprisingly quiet since all of this happened. See? Your plan was foolproof.
You do have to waste all this blood tho. Which is pretty annoying, but it does gotta be cleaned and you have no containers. You begin to mop up the blood while Ariele drags the corpse back to the cleaning closet.
What will you do?