Jesus… -almost feather lightly cleans off his wound- …You need to start being more careful or I’m dressing you in fucking bubble wrap…
((I’m still sorry… I feel rude for leaving…))
Did that drunk once. Wasn’t too even when I fell down the stairs. *stays stiff so she doesn’t press too hard, silent even if it stings*
(( It’s not rude))
-hums- …You should have got this checked out… -pouts- You’re lucky it’s not long enough to need stitches…
((It feels like it is… I saw that post and I feel really bad now…))
*chuckles* I've had worse. I've been chopped in half and choked to death with my own intestines by my son before. *Wishes he was joking*
(( it's alright tho))














