Waiting, patiently, was Urufu Tatsumaki. "I could smell the blood." He commented dryly, as the man drew near. "It smells quite.. invigorating." He added, as a large, demented, Joker-esque grin adorned his face. "I want some.. will you let me try some?" His whole body shook chaotically. He was nearly shaking with anticipation. The voice in his head was roaring in delight. At the prospect of getting some blood, at letting it slide down his throat, warm, salty, red, and thick, his muscles tensed. His eyesight narrowed. His hands curled up into arthritic claws, his claws themselves sharp and menacing.
"Won't you please share?" He asked quietly, rhythmically. His own blood pounded in his ears, and he took that on as a beat. Time to rock~