[there's a weird interaction with how blood rushes to his face: it'd go to his ears, too, but...well...
man. that's strange.
he swallows, a little stuck on how he's supposed to feel or act. he shifts off his legs, feeling the tingle of them going numb, looking down at the dried blood stains on the ugly gown he's still in.]
Now you know better, I guess. And so do I. So much for your...'don't get to know me' schtick...
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man. that's strange.
he swallows, a little stuck on how he's supposed to feel or act. he shifts off his legs, feeling the tingle of them going numb, looking down at the dried blood stains on the ugly gown he's still in.]
Now you know better, I guess. And so do I. So much for your...'don't get to know me' schtick...