[He has only so many bandage supplies!! After a moment he half-heartedly covers his own drippy bite mark with his hand, eyes still closed, making a face.]
On me? No, certainly not, but please help yourself to my... kitchen.
[Kitchen, he says with disdain, because it sucks. There is a tiny fruit bowl from the garden, anyway, probably. Apples n' shit.]
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On me? No, certainly not, but please help yourself to my... kitchen.
[Kitchen, he says with disdain, because it sucks. There is a tiny fruit bowl from the garden, anyway, probably. Apples n' shit.]