[Wanda manages to look entirely disinterested as the red peeks through the cut made, and curls her hand into a fist to hurry along the process and get a thin coating over her skin.]
I'm more worried about why it has to be blood to begin with.
[At least any hand size is tame, relatively speaking, but Wanda is sure this will turn into giving an inch that suddenly becomes a mile, eventually.
Nothing to be done about it now. Especially lacking her powers.
Taking a breath and squeezing her fist a little tighter, she steps over to the door.]
Hope it's not picky.
[About where she's putting her hand or how much blood it actually needs to open. Wanda relaxes her fingers and presses her palm to the door, leaving a faint red handprint.
Hesitantly, Wanda's clean hand reaches for the handle, and--the door opens. She makes a very thoughtful huh noise. No fanfare, no nothing.]
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I'm more worried about why it has to be blood to begin with.
[At least any hand size is tame, relatively speaking, but Wanda is sure this will turn into giving an inch that suddenly becomes a mile, eventually.
Nothing to be done about it now. Especially lacking her powers.
Taking a breath and squeezing her fist a little tighter, she steps over to the door.]
Hope it's not picky.
[About where she's putting her hand or how much blood it actually needs to open. Wanda relaxes her fingers and presses her palm to the door, leaving a faint red handprint.
Hesitantly, Wanda's clean hand reaches for the handle, and--the door opens. She makes a very thoughtful huh noise. No fanfare, no nothing.]