No kidding. Man, I wish whoever invited us out here had told us it was BYOB.
[He needs a drink. They probably both need a drink. At least the scratches aren't a big deal; he turns his arm to inspect them. Lucky he's in one of his short-sleeved Hawaiian shirts: it didn't even clip the sleeve.]
Just barely.
[He hasn't scratched himself up yet, except for maybe on the occasional twig weeding, and he'd never paid attention to those. He wonders if they'll heal as fast as bruises--]
Oh, hey. [Faster. The blood welling up is sinking back into the skin as the thin scratches heal to pink lines, and then to nothing, from the ends in. Tsuzuki watches in fascination.] That looks so weird.
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[He needs a drink. They probably both need a drink. At least the scratches aren't a big deal; he turns his arm to inspect them. Lucky he's in one of his short-sleeved Hawaiian shirts: it didn't even clip the sleeve.]
Just barely.
[He hasn't scratched himself up yet, except for maybe on the occasional twig weeding, and he'd never paid attention to those. He wonders if they'll heal as fast as bruises--]
Oh, hey. [Faster. The blood welling up is sinking back into the skin as the thin scratches heal to pink lines, and then to nothing, from the ends in. Tsuzuki watches in fascination.] That looks so weird.