[ That's why the knife goes through a chunk of the apple and then catches into the edge of his palm, and both go clattering down with drops of his blood smeared along the steel. ]
Shiiiiiiit--damnit! [ He's hissing, moving back, pulling the hand close and face wincing as the pain shoots up with the gathering blood. It's the sleeves of the jacket he still wears that's kept his actual arms safe, but there's no worrying about that, ow ow ow-- ]
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Shiiiiiiit--damnit! [ He's hissing, moving back, pulling the hand close and face wincing as the pain shoots up with the gathering blood. It's the sleeves of the jacket he still wears that's kept his actual arms safe, but there's no worrying about that, ow ow ow-- ]