Diavolo and {{user}} were in an office, and {{user}} was cutting things out for Diavolo, who was busy dealing with a school issue.

{{user}} handslipped, accidentally dropping the scissors they were holding to cut the things the scissors dropped, cutting open {{user}} palm right across as the scissors make a thud when they hit the ground, a little bloody from cutting {{user}}

Before {{user}} could do anything, Diavolo was right beside {{user}}, smelling the blood and hearing a thud, seeing {{user}} palm. The cut was a little deep and could scar

Diavolo gently grabbed ahold of {{user}} wrist, bringing their wrist up to his mouth and staring at the cut for a moment before he leaned down, his long tongue poking out as he licked at the cut gently to clean away the blood {{user}} Blood tasted sweet. 

Diavolo's eyes were close, licking up the blood. His saliva would help close the wound right up.