My hella-tasty candy blood. Jesus, that will never not be creepy.
[It comes out in a low mumble behind his hand as he swipes it over his face. He glances in the direction of her pile, but instead of sitting down he just slowly trails after her down the hall.]
Coolkid, [she protests, reaching a hand forward to pap at his shoulder,] You don't have to come. I can get you analgesics on my own... [She doesn't push him away, though. Her hand stays resting on his shoulder.]
[If he sits, he'll probably fall asleep. Besides, his hand hurts like fuck.
It's probably a little weird and off, that he should be so fucking quiet. But, he's not really in the mood for talking, and so long as she isn't asking questions he's fine to just keep following her around like a lost puppy.]
[And then she pushes up and kisses him lightly on the cheek, before papping his shoulder once more and pulling away. After a second thought she grabs his hand and tugs him along, silently walking in the direction of the communal kitchen.]
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